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finally drew something new but i need to wait to post it to my art acc bc i have a sense of mystique to maintain over there
#^ guy who doesnt draw for months but just posted some doodles from recent times#and who forgor to post a ref from a bit ago i done so i gotta post that too so the new drawing has to wait even longer#spacin em out#soltalk
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gushing over bf Carmy and he doesn’t even know how sexy he isssss :(((
Carmen—finally—has off from work tonight. Which means it’ll be relaxing for once in the past couple weeks, having time spent with you and you alone, cuddling over a movie, kissing between soft conversations, half-attentive before he’ll finally scoop you up and take you to bed.
But that’s for later.
Right now, though, he emerges in the living room ready for the movie you’d asked him to watch with you. You perk up at his entry and turn around to lean against the back of the couch, caught in a kiss before he starts telling you…well, you can’t seem to keep up.
All that’s on your mind is Carmy Carmy Carmy, so much so that whatever he’s saying doesn’t process, a wave of awe clouding your mind. You get lost in his image for a broad moment, doing little else other than admiring the stretch of his tee against his chest and biceps that tug the fabric just right, the sinew of his forearms tensing as he grips the back of the couch; his curls freshly washed hours earlier, still styled loosely before stressed bouts straighten them, stragglers suspended by his brow bone that charming way you remember when you first met; gray sweats handing loose on his hips, a little less so at the front to make you drool. He looks good, so so painfully good, and he doesn’t even know it. He’s not even trying.
“You listenin’, baby?” You only hear him when he tilts your chin up with his index and thumb—gently, to guide your attention back. “Baby?”
And your head follows, but your eyes still linger along his tensed forearms before they finally acknowledge his words and meet his gaze. “Hm?”
He smiles softly. “Spacin’ out, huh?”
“Sorry—” You bite at your lip. “You’re just so handsome,” you tell him as you look your arms around his neck. “It’s distracting.”
He starts to blush. “Yeah, okay.” But his hands smooth down your back anyway, pausing along the curve of your ass before an adoring squeeze.
“I’m serious, Carmy,” you coo, tugging him down for another kiss and teasing your nails along the nape of his neck. “Most handsome man ever.” One hand cups his jaw before another peck. “And the sweetest,” another smooch to his cheek, “and the prettiest,” and the other side, “and the sexiest,” again to his temple—
“Okay, baby,” he starts, flushed to his neck, but you beat him to the punch—
“And the best boyfriend ever,” you quip, extra sharp before you soothe it with a languid kiss to his lips, smiling against him as his hands run along your spine, slowing you down to sweet kisses until your forehead meets his. “You’re just the best, Bear.” And another, because you can’t help yourself when he looks like this. “So kind, the best chef ever, and so strong…” You bring your hands to paw at his arms again, “So so handsome, and you’re all mine—”
He scoffs, trying to bite back that gush of his heart, that rush of blood down south that has him pressed into the couch. “I think I get it, baby.” Gentle smooch to your forehead. “Thank you.”
You groan and sit on your heels, dragging your hands down his chest, to his middle, then closer to his waistband. Looking up at him with doe eyes and plush pout, you ask, “Take me to bed, Carmy…”
He huffs. “Thought we were watchin’ a movie tonight?”
“Want you t’fuck me instead…” Teasing a little lower, your fingertips graze behind the fabric. “Please?”
And if he thought he was hiding it before, he’s really giving himself away now: head lolling forward with a heady sigh, weight leaning into the couch as his blush spreads to his neck; mind swirling at the thought of you touching him, whining his name some more, pleading with that same pout as he’s making you come beneath him.
In no time he’s bent over to scoop you up from the couch, your giggles ringing in his ear while he carries you to the bedroom.
What, did you expect him to say no to you asking him so sweetly? The movie can wait. It’s your fault for getting him all worked up, anyway.
#brain completely empty#just carmys biceps floating around up there#i’d be drooling all over him at all times of day#can you blame me tho :///#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto#jeremy allen white#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto fluff#carmen berzatto smut#carmy berzatto fluff#carmy berzatto smut#the bear#the bear fx#the bear hulu
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can’t stop thinking about rafe giving reader little “love taps” on the face. like he’s trying to talk to reader and she’s just in her own little world so he gives her a couple light slaps “hey pay attention when i’m talking to you, yeah? tryna tell you something, can’t have you spacin’ off on me, right kid? gotta show your daddy some respect.” reader wouldn’t even mind. just looking up at him with big doe eyes, tilting her head “m’sorry d’nt mean to”. and how can he stay mad at her with those pretty eyes and pouty lips? :(
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ugh i love this it’s sooo bunny n rafe !! i think it would get to the point where she’d go off in a daze so often all he’d have to do is give her a lil tap and say “eyes, kid.” and she’d be focused on him again, all sitting up straight and eager to please him cos she hates letting him down :((
thinking about him doing it mid conversation and “harder” accidentally slips out your mouth in a pathetic little groan :( he’d stop everything, freezing as his brows raise, lips parted.
“you— what did you just say?”
“nothing.” you huff but he closes in on you.
“nah, nah did — did you just tell me to hit you harder? hm?” he jostles you a little when you don’t answer.
“mhm.” you sigh out your nose, defeated as you stare up at him with guilty eyes. his jaw ticks and he looks away before leaning in close.
“you say shit like that again and your pussy won’t be the only thing i fuckin’ beat up. a’ight?”
he’s just pushing u cos he wants to slap u harder <3
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HANDS OBSESSED READER WITH CHRIS ‼️ like shes always caught looking at his hands, messing with them, etc. and chris finally does something abt it 😼
YESSS, ofc. hope you like it!
Hands
summary: chris makes your dreams, of his hands, a reality
warnings: smut, language
pairing: chris sturniolo x reader
key: chris - y/n
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“fuck chris keep going. chris im gonna-“
“Y/n?”
chris’ voice snaps me out of the trance that only his hands can put me in. fuck, those hands, what i wouldn’t give to have them wrapped around-
“Y/n? Hellooo?”
fuck.
“Yeah?”
“Did you hear me?”
“No.” i say smiling.
“I asked if you’ve seen this movie before.”
“No, looks good tho.”
“It is, imma put it on.”
“Sounds good.”
his eyes focus back on the tv, mine move back to his hands.
his big, veiny, strong, rough-
“Ok, whats up?”
“Huh?”
“You keep spacin out.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Yeah.” he nods his head, “Why?”
i dont know if i should tell him. if i do maybe he’ll finally use them on me.
“My hands?”
fuck i didn’t even realize i was staring again.
“I- well yeah. But not-” his finger lands underneath my chin lifting up my head to face him.
“What were you thinking I do with these hands?”
“I don’t- I dont know.” i didn’t know what to say.
“How bout, I give you some options?” he says slowly with a slight smile.
i nod my head.
his right hand remains on my chin, while his left lands on my waist rubbing back and forth.
“Does that jog your memory?”
“No, I think you should keep trying.”
“What about this.” his right hand moves toward the nape of my neck and pulls me closer.
him and i nearly inches apart. my breath hitches and i try not to look in his hunger glazed eyes, he scoffs at me.
“Aww, poor baby. It’s ok, we’re gonna make your day dreams come true.” his hand moves to my face once more, this time resting on my cheek as he leans in and kisses me softly.
his left hand moving further down my back reaching to my ass then the back of my thighs then he stops.
“How am I doing, baby?”
“Good, great. Consider my memory jogged.”
he kisses down my neck then stops suddenly.
“Oh yeah? I’ll just stop then.”
“No no no, please.”
“Please what baby?”
“Please keep going.”
“Ok.” he shrugs.
his hands lay in the same places, but he slowly moves down, positioning them to lift me up and into his lap.
i breathe in sharply and i can feel my eyes widen with every small movement. as soon as he noticed he begins grinding his hips against me. placing his lips on mine rough, and starving.
he flips me onto my back getting on top, his left hand meets my throat.
“Can I keep going? I’ll make you feel good, promise.” he says leaning in towards me.
“Yes, fuck chris. Keep going.”
he kisses me again, one time before then untying my sweats and pulling them down toward my knees.
his right hand moves down my stomach and up again to massage my boobs before then going back down to reach my panties.
he moves further downward fingertips meeting my wet folds.
i shudder under the touch i’ve only ever dreamed of.
“You ok?”
“Yeah. Uh could you, could you just put them in me already.”
“Manners baby.” his voice lowers while his fingers rub my clit just barely. “Then, maybe ill finger fuck you. That’s what you’re focused on right?”
i let out a moan, more of a whimper really. “Chris, please. Stop teasing.”
he shoves his fingers inside of me abruptly. “Good manners.”
two of his fingers move in and out of me, curling with every send. he then rubs my clit with the pad of my while leaning over and kissing right on my pelvis
“Shit, Im really close, chris. Right there.”
“C’mon baby, cum on my fingers for me.”
“Fuck fuck, CHRIS.”
then i feel it. the knot in my lower stomach coming completely undone all over the hand ive fantasized about since the day i met chris.
he takes his fingers out bringing them to his lips and licking them clean off.
“Oh beautiful, you taste amazing.” he groans over the cream covering his long slender fingers. “So.” he stands up, lifting me to sit up and get comfortable.
“How was that, just like you imagined?”
“Better.”
“Good. Let’s watch my movie now.”
“No no. It’s your turn now.” i say pulling up my pants and getting on my knees.
he sits down on the bed where i was. “Oh, yes please.”
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pt. 2??? lmk, love you🫶🏼
edit: pt. 2 out now
#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#requests are open#new writers on tumblr#reader insert#fanfics#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo x reader#chris girls#sturniolo x reader#x reader#sturniolo smut#smut
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INDECISIVE | osamu miya
sypnosis: in which osamu gets caught thinking about having you as his future wife.
content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of marriage, sucky writing (it's 4am for me 😭), mentions of kita shinsuke, quite short, sorta dumb osamu, timeskip.
⚠ warning/s: manga spoilers (if you squint).
osamu miya thinks he can't handle any more stressful chatter from his aunt about her upcoming wedding. another word from her, and his hair is bound to return to the same color he had during his high school years. it's safe to say that atsumu feels the same, having been sat next to him miserably.
white gowns. veils. flowers.
"that'd be easy to pick out, right?" osamu thinks as he takes a sip of whatever drop of coffee he has left in his lame "kiss the chef" mug.
but looking at his aunt, he can only imagine how you'll be like, planning your wedding day togethe— wait, what?
did he think that right?
your wedding day?
he imagines you in a regular white dress, and— no, no. that dress won't do. maybe one with more flowy-ness to it? it suits your personality. although a lace one would be quite nice.
nevermind, maybe veils are simpler to deal with. you'd look beautiful in a shorter veil. but, then again, a long one that elegantly rests on the floor is beautiful, too.. this is too difficult.
let's just move on. what kind of flowers would you hold onto for the bridal bouquet? the traditional roses, perhaps? or dahlias like kita once mentioned! actually— what if you're allergic? should he get fake flowers just in case?
ah,
he stands corrected.
it wasn't easy at all.
"osamu miya! are you even listening?" his aunt's scolding tone snaps him out of his own thoughts. "o- oh.. sorry." osamu quietly apologized.
"geez, with the way you've been spacin' out lately, i'd say you were thinkin' about y/n." atsumu teased.
the fact that he's not wrong ticks osamu off a bit. "whatever, 'tsumu." osamu stands up from his seat. "at the end of the day, i'm the one with a girlfriend, not you." and with that, he makes his way to the kitchen. he can practically hear atsumu gritting his teeth.
osamu's introspective little mind betrays him when he thinks of you walking down the aisle. the you that he loves. the you that he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
you were radiant.
it's been decided.
before the white gowns, veils, and flowers, he first needs a ring.
© lowercase intended | loveephia
#hq x y/n#hq atsumu#hq x reader#hq hcs#hq#haikyuu!!#hq osamu#osamu miya#atsumu miya#osamu x y/n#osamu x reader#osamu x you#tooth rotting fluff#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x you#shinsuke kita#hq kita#haikyuu kita#haikyuu atsumu#haikyuu osamu
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After working with your friendly neighborhood intergalactic space cowboy for quite some time, you've managed to become pretty damn good at understanding the gist of what he means to say
Boothill x reader
A/n: OK SO, first fanfic in like 6 years and it's for an intergalactic space cowboy
Tbh I have no idea why I wrote this, my ipad apps are constantly monitored by the teacher and I really have nothing better to do than go on my notes app and pretend I'm writing notes
HAVE AN AMAZING DAY = I HOPE YOU GET FUCKED BY THE IPC AND ROLL IN YOUR OWN DEBT AND SUFFERING (or something like that)
BLESS YOUR HEART = FUCK YOU
PRAY FOR ME = FUCK ME
LOVELY = FUCK
YOU WONDERFUL PERSON = YOU BITCH
Well ain't you just a sweetheart? = Well you're just a little bitchboy aren'tcha?
God love him = He was fuckin' underdeveloped as a fetus wasn't he (Something along the lines of 'he's dumb as shit')
"Hm. Seems about right."
To others, your furrowed brows, tense posture, and concentrated gaze at just one singular page of your notebook may make it seem as if whatever was on that page was something life changing. And honestly, they might as well have been right since you were one step closer to understanding what the hell Boothill was spitting out more than half the time.
You recall the first time you were assigned a mission with him — "BLESS YOUR HEART YOU WONDERFUL PERSON," cue you snapping your head towards the gruff voice seeing the cowboy in all his glory easily decimating the dozens of grunts in his vicinity with a toothy grin no less, which you note are very, very sharp.
His long, flowy hair caught your attention. How was it so white and clean even with all the fights you know gets into? Does it ever get yanked? What shampoo does he use?
"Now I don' mind some ooglin', but wouldn't ya say we should keep our eyes on our enemies darlin'?"
His voice snaps you out of your trance and you come to to a shovel nearing your head. You instinctively cover your face with your hands anticipating the pain, the pain which never came since when you put them down, you see that Boohill had already left a bullet in his head.
"Spacin' out at a space cowboy? Ain't that rich."
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Ignoring the fact that he saved you from having to get facial reconstruction surgery, the reason you almost got a face full of shovel in the first place was because of the ridiculous curse on his synesthesia beacon.
That's why you've been devoted to trying to decode the albeit hilarious, rather inconvenient in a battle things he says. You've tried asking Boothill to write them down, but his handwriting could have him assigned as a doctor in no time so you gave up on that idea quite quickly.
"Whatcha starin' at so intently darlin'?
Your train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the man of the hour mindlessly snatching your notebook right out of your hands. "Aren't you supposed to stop thieves, not act like one," you ask half heartedly. It was nothing less of what you'd expect from Boothill of all people — no, cyborgs??
"Heh, this ain't thievery 's sharin'! Er, what's that one sayin' again... share to care, care to share, sharin' to carin'? Eh whatever ya get what I mean don'tcha sugar?" He retorted, you roll your eyes mentally as he put his focus back onto the notebook. To be honest you were surprised he could even read considering his handwriting was that bad.
As Boothill read each and every one of your 'translations', his grin only grew wider and wider showing the spiky teeth you don't know how are natural but have grown accustomed to seeing. Just then, a burst of unhinged laughter randomly filled the entire lounge room you were sitting in. The weird glances and whispering were already starting but Boothill didn't care, he was Boothill.
Not wanting to be associated with the man at that very moment, you stand up to leave him comically rolling on the floor. However, you couldn't even do that because the moment you stood up, Boothill snatched your leg and dragged it so that you would fall back down. This time, onto the floor with him. "Well ain't you something sweetcheeks, ya got me alll figured out huh?"
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It's been two months. Ever since Boothill realized that you had actually tried to figure out the true meaning behind his words — and actually got them relatively right — he's been using you to spew out insults overtime. Honestly it was like you had become a pokemon, you could just picture it in your head.
BOOTHILL BROUGHT OUT ____
____ USED SWEAR! IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE
Either way, it wasn't that bad since though you might be imagining things, it feels as if you've grown ever so slightly closer to the eccentric space cowboy.
You continue to observe boothill and add more and more onto your list of translations, but apparently you fail to notice that he no longer uses any casual pet names like 'darling' or 'sweetcheeks' anymore. At least, not for anyone but you.
#I'm actually gonna krill myself😭#please ignore any mistakes or awkward parts I wrote this in 30 minutes#you can tell I can't write any southern stuff I literally had to search up 'cowboy insults' and 'how to speak like a cowboy'#li actually writes🤯#boothill x reader#hsr x reader#boothill hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail
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DIABOLIK LOVERS GRAND EDITION Sofmap Tokuten Situation CD ”Date Escapades ~ Ayato・Laito ~
Original title: デートハプニング ~ アヤト・ライト ~
Source: Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION Sofmap Tokuten Drama CD
Audio: Ayato / Laito
Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru & Hirakawa Daisuke
Translator’s note: Who’s ready for another round of mindless date scenario fun with the Diaboys? I’m not a huge fan of the triplets (although Ayato does have his cute moments) so this doesn’t make me go uwuwu, but I’m sure all the Ayato and Laito stans out there will enjoy it! :3
Ayato’s side: Huddled Close at the Fireworks
The two of you are at a festival.
“Oi, Chichinashi! Where do you think you’re goin’? It’s this way, come on! You better follow me!”
You walk up to Ayato.
“I mean, you gotta hit up the food stalls at a festival, right? Then we can eat them while walkin’ ‘round. Come on, let’s go buy some takoyaki already!”
You walk towards the food stalls together.
*TIMESKIP*
*Rustle rustle*
“...Hahn...Mmh! Delicious! There’s somethin’ special ‘bout the takoyaki they serve at festivals! ...Come on, you should try some as well.”
You seem surprised.
“Geez, don’t stand there spacin’ out. Open your mouth, come on. What’s so embarrassin’ ‘bout it?”
You explain.
“...You can’t while there’s so many other people ‘round? ...Excuse me? You’re gonna say no to my takoyaki?”
You try to make an excuse.
“Stop makin’ excuses and open your damn mouth already!”
*Rustle*
“And? It’s good, isn’t it?”
You nod.
“Geez. You should have just tried some right away. Don’t let yourself get bothered by the crowd.”
*Rustle*
“ーー My cravin’ hasn’t been satisfied yet. ...Oh! There’s another takoyaki vendor over there! Oi, Chichinashi! Snap out of it! Let’s go hit up the next place!”
You tug onto his arm.
*Rustle*
“Hm? What’s wrong, Chichinashi? Don’t pull onto my arm all of a sudden. “
You tell him that you want to watch the fireworks.
“Fireworks...? What’s the issue with that?”
You explain.
“A secret spot with a great view? You know a place like that?”
You nod.
“Well, I honestly don’t care where we watch the fireworks. But I guess this quiet place you mentioned wouldn’t be bad to enjoy my takoyaki in peace. I’ll go buy some from that vendor over there before we head over there.”
Ayato walks away.
*TIMESKIP*
The two of you are on your way to the secret spot to watch the fireworks.
“Hey, Chichinashi. Are you sure we’re goin’ the right way? There’s no lights or anythin’. I know you said not many people know ‘bout this place, but there’s literally not a single other person ‘round.”
You insist that it’s the right way.
“...We’re almost there, you say? Are you sure?”
You speed up.
“...Ah! Hey! Don’t run in the dark! ーー Hey, you little! Don’t try and get ahead of me!”
You trip and fall.
*Thud*
“...? ーー Oi!”
Ayato runs up to you.
“...What are you doin’? ...Geez. You really smacked right ‘gainst the ground, didn’t you?”
You toughen it out.
“It hurts but you’re fine? You don’t look ‘fine’ to me at all...”
*Rustle*
“Oi...Hold this for a sec.”
Ayato hands you the bag with takoyaki before lifting you into his arms.
*Rustle*
“Don’t thrash ‘bout, idiot! You really think you can walk in your current condition!? ーー Anyway, tell me where to go. You know the way, right? If you want to get there before the fireworks are over. Don’t even think ‘bout droppin’ my takoyaki though!"
He carries you to the secret spot.
“Oi, why do you keep tryin’ to hide your face? Don’t tell me...Bein’ carried like this makes you embarrassed? Hehe...Interestin’. Come on, move those hands and give me a good look at your expression. If you don’t do as I say, I’ll immediatelyーー”
You tell him you’ve arrived at your desination.
“...Wait, haah? We’re here? Is this the hotspot you were talkin’ of?”
The fireworks go off in the distance.
“Wow, amazin’...! You can see the fireworks hella clear from here!”
You nod.
“Heehー It’s true there’s no other people either. I’m honestly surprised you knew ‘bout this location. I have to give you credits for once.”
You ask Ayato to put you down.
“Put you down...? Don’t tell me what to do. I will do what I want, so I’m not putting you down.”
*Rustle rustle*
“Ah, hey! Don’t make a fuss! If you won’t calm down, I’m gonna suck your blood and kiss you right here, right now, Chichinashi!”
You stop struggling.
“What’s that? You’re done fightin’ back already?”
You change your mind.
“Ah? You’d rather stay like this? Hehe, then maybe you should have behaved from the start. ーー Anyway, Chichinashi. Feed me some of that takoyaki already.”
You tilt your head to the side.
“Don’t tell me you forgot ‘bout the plastic bag in your hand?”
*Rustle*
“Come on. My hands are tied right now. You said you’d do as I say, don’t forget ‘bout that.”
ーー THE END ーー
Laito’s side: Rainy Date
Laito approaches you.
“...Hey there, Bitch-chan~ If you’ve got nothing better to do, how about the two of us head outside for a bit?”
You ask him why.
“Oh come on! I’m asking you out! On a date! ...So, what do you say?”
You nod.
“Okay! Let’s not waste any more time then! We don’t go on dates every day, so make sure to change into your cutest outfit, okay~?”
*TIMESKIP*
The two of you are walking in town.
“I’m so happy to be able to head out with you at night, nfu~ Want to hold hands, perhaps? With our fingers intertwined, of course! (1) Nfu...~”
*Rustle*
“Well then...I just felt like taking you out on a date, but I don’t have a specific location in mind or anything. Where shall we go?”
You ask if you can make a suggestion too.
“Sure! We can hit up all the places you want! ...Not for free, of course~”
You complain.
“Eeh~? Isn’t that only obvious? I’m granting your wish, so it only makes sense you do the same for me, right? For example...Letting me suck your blood, okay~?”
It starts raining.
*Drip drip*
“...Huh? Rain? It started pouring out of nowhere...Why don’t we go take shelter at the park over there? We’re going to have to run a bit, but don’t let go of my hand, okay?”
The two of you run towards the park.
*TIMESKIP*
“Ah-aahー We’re pretty soaked. ...Nfu~ But I suppose that isn’t entirely a bad thing. You’re looking really hot right now after all.”
*Rustle*
“I mean, look. You’re wearing white, so you can see the lines of your underwear through the wet fabric.”
You try to get away from him.
*Rustle rustle*
“Eeh~? Why are you scooting away? It’s just the two of us, so why get all embarrassed? It kind of hurts to see you get away from me like that. ...Come on, the roof doesn’t stretch all the way to the corner of the bench so you’ll get wet if you sit there. Scoot over, okay?”
You hesitate.
“No need to be so guarded. It’s kind of lonely to sit apart like this when we’re supposed to be out on a date, don’t you think?”
*Rustle*
“Hm...All I wanted was to have some quality time with you. ...I wonder if you no longer like me or something?”
You slowly move closer.
“Nfu~ ...Gotcha!”
Laito wraps his arms around you.
*Rustle*
“Hehe...You really are so adorably naive. All it takes is a little acting to fool you.”
*Rustle rustle*
“Oh? Seems like someone still doesn’t it, trying to escape my grip like that. Let me tell you, I don’t plan on letting you go in a million years. ...There’s something incredibly erotic about being soaked by the rain, don’t you agree? Whether it’s your damp hair sticking to your nape, or your skin vaguely visible through your clothes...It’s all so lewd.”
*Rustle*
“Just by running my fingers across like this...Nfu~ Your body reacts naturally. How cute~”
*Rustle*
“I wonder if you’ve cooled down a little? Usually you’d feel warmer.”
You try to move away.
“Ah, you can’t, Bitch-chan. I have no body temperature to share with you or anything. But your warmth is transferring to me, so we have to stay close, or else you’ll catch a cold.”
You stop trying to get away.
“Mmh, just like that~ Now keep still, okay? ...Nfu~ I’d honestly love to stay cuddled close like this forever but...Unfortunately, it seems like the rain has lifted. I guess it was just a short shower.”
You ask if you should head home.
“Hm? Home? Well...I guess both of us are pretty drenched, huh? But I kind of want to keep cuddling like this, honestly.”
You sneeze.
“...Ah. You sneezed. Did you actually catch a cold? ...Oh! But if you get sick, we can play doctor without having to fake it! ...Don’t worry~ I’ll get you back in tip-top shape in no time~”
You shake your head.
“...It’d only make your temperature rise even more, you say? Oh geez, Bitch-chan~ I wonder what you’re imagining~? ...Heh. They say that one way to get rid of a cold is to give it someone else, right? So perhaps we can kiss until I catch it?”
*Rustle rustle*
“What do you say? We should test just how many kisses it’d take to get me sick~”
ーー THE END ーー
Translation notes
(1) The Japanese language has a specific word for the way couples hold hands called 恋人つなぎ or ‘koibito-tsunagi’ which literally means ‘lovers’ connection’.
#diabolik lovers#dialovers#ayato sakamaki#laito sakamaki#diabolik lovers translation#diabolik lovers drama cd#drama cd
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Before They Disappeared
18+ CONTENT AHEAD MINORS DNI
✦pairing: Tomura Shigaraki × afab!reader (no pronouns used)
✦warnings: angst, dissociation, reader questions reality in some parts, reader has a vague backstory and a quirk, reader is briefly a sex worker, implied past sex abuse, implied past gaslighting, brief rape/noncon in the beginning(not by Shigaraki), memory loss, self-esteem issues, grief/loss, kissing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex
✦word count: 13.6k
✦summary: Tomura Shigaraki gathers League members solely to provide them with an opportunity to embrace the quirks and talents they’ve been told to subdue for most of their lives. So, when he spots you, alone and abandoned, he thinks you're one of his greatest potential assets yet.
✦a/n: I’ve already posted part 1 a while ago, but this version includes both parts and smut. If you already read it you can skip to chapter 2 on my ao3 or skip to what’s past the red line further down on here.
Touch is your safety.
Strokes from idle hands keep you grounded, no matter how perverse their intentions are, and even as aged and callused knuckles wander lower, lower with excessive lust seeping through its veins, you welcome it—for it comes with the job after all…
Being mainly at a salary man's beck and call means you've gotten used to ogling eyes and unwanted touches that linger on your waist for far longer than they should. It's a frowned upon profession but it's familiar. Sex is all you know and it's all you'll ever know.
A rough thumb swipes along your bottom lip then tugs at it gently.
“Sorry, you were spacin’ out there n’ I can't have that”, the older client above you speaks between pants, the backs of your thighs are pressed snuggly against his pelvis as your spine is parallel to the tainted silk mattress beneath it.
To not be touched is to disappear.
“Yeah, sorry…”, your words are meekly spoken into his chest, your breath a small wind passing through the silver hairs along it.
A tacky cheetah print pattern lines the wooden walls of the room while the air smells heavy of cigarette smoke despite the dozens of no smoking signs one passes upon entering the establishment.
The man's reddening cheeks puff outward with exhaustion, and the view from below has him looking like an angry puffer fish. The rhythmic slaps of wet skin is oddly soothing, almost enough to drift off to.
“Gonna fill you up”, he reaches for one of your breasts and places what he's gathered tightly between his teeth. “Gonna fill yer tight hole with my seed.” His hips plunge deeper, cock angling the furthest it can reach.
“Ah, ‘s too rough. Stop it. S-stop”, you desperately paw and swat at his hands until he relents, but he only begins to thrust into you more hastily. “Get offa me already”, you shove but it’s much weaker than your earlier attempts.
You shove, and you scratch, and you shove some more, but you’re steadily losing control of your body—this body. This one without nerves or electric impulses, a body that responds to signals far different than the ones you provide.
Why won’t it move?
The corners of your vision are black, and then the walls, and then the man before you. His body becomes indistinguishable from the surfaces behind him, all consumed by what you think is a sudden lack of light, yet the room still remains as bright as it was originally.
How long have you been at this? Is he done yet, has he–has he already—
A distant memory of a familiar figure begins to mesh with man before you. And while they aren’t physically there, the figure’s presence still makes the air damp from their predatory huffs, the overwhelming scent of their breath remains fossilized within you and is unforgettable.
It’s not long before the older man is gone completely, and his existence is overshadowed by something more sinister.
The limbs of the body swiftly double in weight while it goes rigid the instant the figure's features become more than vague ridges etched within skin.
It has to move.
But it won’t move. Why won’t it move?
From within you're tumbling over at full velocity, organs collapsing and taking everything along its path with it—but from the outside no one else has the slightest clue you've begun the procedure for self-destruction.
You fight against its tears and the weight of its eyelids to keep aware. If you blink it’ll be like it never happened—as if nothing ever happened to you.
You can’t disappear. You can’t disappear.
He can’t disappear.
Finally, your lips—
“My quirk!”, you shout. “You're gonna—you’re gonna—“
The man quickly snaps away from you, his length briefly slapping against your thighs on the way out as he tucks it back in his draws before pulling a stack of cash out his pants pocket.
“Here, take yer pay”, he tosses the stack beside you. “You’re not gettin’ the full thing for this shit.”
When you fully come to, he's already left your wheezing and defeated form on the brothel mattress.
Dried tears have left salt stains just below your lashes, your lips ooze crimson droplets wherever your teeth have gnawed against them. You pass your tongue over the bruised areas to feel cool air brush against its dampness.
The swipes of his hands still remain alight in your nerves, but it's faint and doesn't suffice.
How can you tell whether you've disappeared already without outside acknowledgement?
It's too quiet. Maybe the world is empty outside of your room. It's too difficult to hear anything else besides the harsh blows from the A/C vent above you and creaking as the walls begin to settle.
Though, the figure is quick to appear again amidst the silence.
“Don’t touch me”, you say quietly, trembling as you divert your eyes from them. “Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me”, your head shakes on its own as more tears begin to streak your cheeks.
You close your eyes…just for a moment…then open them to a circle of concerned expressions.
“I-I, ‘m sorry. I—“, you say to your coworkers, now before you.
“The boss is super pissed right now, he was one our best clients”, the centermost one chides. “What did you do?”
You go on to describe your exchange with the pushy customer while leaving out the details of the visions that occurred afterwards.
And while you have no recollection of running down the halls while kicking around and thrashing yourself in the air, the others do, and they inform you of everything that happened prior to the moment you were fully aware.
Eventually, the establishment owner scolds you for disturbing the customers, with interspersed puffs of smoke passing from between her cherry lips, then dismisses you with a wave of her cigarette (she says her smoking inside is a one time thing caused by you stressing her out).
The early dismissal has you standing just outside the building, illuminated under streetlights and by cars that are still traveling during the late hour. Your shoulders rest against the cool bricks of some nearby alley—the place you work is located in an awkward area downtown—but the night is quiet.
Even the small breeze that passes through is hushed, while the view ahead of you is easy on your tear-fatigued eyes.
But it isn’t enough to release the weight of everything that transpired.
Your back slides along the wall until you're in a disheveled heap, you pull your knees into your chest and burrow your head into them, pondering the familiarity of the disgusted expression the older client made as he left, the validity of your memories, and…
And how much longer of it you can take—how much longer can you bear questioning everything you’ve gone through.
You feel a presence stalking over you.
You then peer through your elbows, lower face still covered by arms, to identify who they might be.
A stranger.
How long has he been there?
“No one came to save you”, the sky blue haired man begins with a tone syrupy and sweet. Scars align his eyes while his cracked lips are upturned into a polite grin. “That must’ve hurt, right?”
Tomura Shigaraki gathers League members solely to provide them with an opportunity to embrace the quirks and talents they’ve been told to subdue for most of their lives. He creates a stage for outcasts, or those regarded as too irredeemable to keep the status quo, and he brings their supposed darkness to light.
Many who haven’t seen them in action may question how he does so with a mere giggling school girl, an overly-confident magician, and his other questionably picked participants—but his past opponents understand quite well…
So when he spots you, alone and abandoned, he thinks you're one of his greatest potential assets yet.
He scouts you just as he was scouted, with a confident hand stretching outwardly toward your weeping, huddled form, and a comforting offer of family spewing from his lips.
“No one came to save you”, he begins. “That must’ve hurt, right?”
Your trickling eyes finally gleam up in adoration at the pale stranger you now deem your savior.
And they shine so…brilliantly, despite your circumstances—he’ll certainly make great use of someone like you.
He's sure of it.
“How do you know that—No–who are you?”, you question, back no longer hunched as you jerk uptight at the man’s words.
“I have an eye for those mistreated by this rotten society”, the man replies, confidently.
“You’re just like us, aren’t you?”
“I don't understand. Who’s us?”
“You’ll find out soon enough if you come with me.” He places a pale, inviting hand toward you.
You shift your gaze away. “I don’t know if I should—“
“Don’t you find it strange how not a single hero has arrived to save you? This society always stresses the importance of them, but they're never really there when people need saving.” He pauses before roughly scraping at the skin below his jaw.
“I was saved once but not by some hero”, he continues. “No, I was saved by my mentor and I’d like to do the same for you.” His head is at level with yours.
“Tomura Shigaraki.” He stretches that same hand forward, yet his eyes seem to glimmer with a bit more resolve. “I’d like to save you, if only you’d let me?”
Your gaze travels the outward slender digits, and then the clothed arm that’s connected to it, until you eventually reach the blood pools that form his irises—they’re surprisingly gentle, smiling even.
What does it mean to be saved anyways? You question it briefly and conclude it's worth a shot going along with him to find out.
There shouldn’t be much harm in doing so, right?
Your fingers slowly reach for his own, interlocking in a firm grip as he begins to pull you up, and you steadily rise to your feet with his guidance.
You stand before him, eyes fleetingly locked on his, yet he quickly turns to walk ahead, expecting you to follow.
“Where are we going, Shigaraki, sir?”, you trail behind him closely as if a lost duckling.
“Tomura’s fine. And we’re going to that truck just up ahead.” He points to an old red semi on the other side of a parking lot. “We’ll use it to take you back to the hideout.”
Upon reaching it, he walks near the back of the truck before beginning to fumble with the latch that secures its doors.
Your heart flutters in anticipation while waiting to meet the crew Tomura has spoken of, you make your best attempt to look presentable despite the informal circumstances; adjusting your outfit, your posture and other small things that you’d like to make neat even though they’re unnoticeable.
“There’s room for you back here”, he says, hands finally maneuvering the lever enough to open it.
And when it does, those inside immediately recoil at the sudden light before they even get the chance to take in your appearance.
The group sits across from each other on glued down couches instead of typical car seats.
You finally make eyes with the member furthest to the back.
“Ooo, who’s that, Tomura?”, the one with blonde, spider lily shaped buns asks, pointed teeth revealed and glistening from the way her lips curve.
“New recruit”, Tomura says, palms guiding you to one of the seats diagonal of her.
“Is that who we came here for?” She tilts her head with the question.
“Not exactly, this place was just an unexpected detour”, he turns to you and then the rest of the group. “I’m going up front now, so you’ll have to get acquainted without me. Is that alright?”
You nod.
“Good”, he closes the door but leaves it open just enough for some light to pour in.
When your eyes adjust to the dim overhead lights, you catch a glimpse of the bubbly girl from earlier whose smile remains just as beaming.
“I’m Toga! Himiko Toga, you?”, she asks perkily.
You introduce yourself, then look toward the rest of the group. “And what about the rest of you?”
“I’m Twice”, says the masked man beside you, and in front of Toga. “Nice to meet you. No it’s not!” Even through the gray and black covering, you still see his awkward smile as he waves his hand apologetically.
“Dabi”, the one with black strands and charred, stapled skin across from you reveals upon noticing your gaze. “We’re also missing Compress and Spinner who’re up front.” His tone is more nonchalant than the others.
The truck engine ultimately roars for take off. It's a surprisingly quiet ride with many of their faces already worn with exhaustion from the distance they’ve previously traveled.
Gusts of wind breach through the small crack in the doors as they tremble from each divot and bump on the pavement that’s driven across. Noises of the city soon fill your ears; faint beeps from the cars of impatient drivers and shouting amongst pedestrians.
“Tomura!” Toga suddenly yells, arms beating against the front wall. “How much longer do we have left? I’m bored here!” She quickly gives up on her outburst though, throwing her head back against the chair in defeat and sighing heavily.
“I’m sure we’ll get there soon”, Twice reassures her. “No, we won’t. I mean—“
“I’ve got an idea!” Toga abruptly perks up. “You should ask us questions, newbie!”
“Like what?” You ask hesitantly.
Her smile grows even wider. “Anything. To get to know us and stuff.”
“Uh…How about…what brought you guys here?”
“Really? That’s a pretty lame question y’know.” Her smile droops in disappointment, but it quickly returns. “Try something like; where’s the best place to g—“
“I joined The League because of Stain”, Dabi finally answers, looking up at your inquisitive expression through his flared lashes. “I want to carry out his will, that’s all.”
“Hey, you shouldn’t interrupt people.” Toga flashes Dabi an icy glare. “That’s rude.”
“Well, the newbie wants to know”, he brushes her off, attention still remaining on
you. “Is there a reason you ask, by the way?”
“No–No, it's just part of getting to know you...”
“And what about you?” He lurches closer, folded hands and arms on his spread knees.
“Why'd you join The League?”
Your palms tighten reflexively. “I don't have as noble of a reason as you do, I was scouted by Tomura after all.”
He's silent, with an unreadable stare and tightly pressed lips, yet for a moment you wonder what answer he expected—but then he scoffs.
“Look, no one joins a group of villains for the fuck of it. I’m sure you’ve joined because you’ve faced injustice firsthand, why else?”
Injustice…
“Yeah…I guess you're right.”
His words never seem to leave your mind, even as the truck comes to a halt, and you’re stepping inside a tattered ex-restaurant building that's supposedly a villain hideout.
“The old base got raided a while ago, so we’re staying here for now”, Tomura clarifies upon seeing your dismay.
“So I'm guessing you guys move around a lot?” You survey the worn tables, the abandoned but empty cash registers and the
unevenly tiled floors.
“Yeah, is that a problem?” He sits at one of the counters–turned makeshift bar, and beckons you over.
“No, I was just thinking about my old place… and how I left it all behind now.” You sit beside him as he pours clear liquid into two shot glasses.
“You'll adjust eventually.” One of the glasses is slid to you.
“Yeah, I think any place is better than where I started.”
Tomura takes a swig of the liquor, downing the glass in one go. The rest of the area is empty except for the air, thick with dust and leftover debris.
You hear the faint crunch of wood under footsteps in the other rooms, but more importantly, occasional eruptions of laughter—so carefree, something you'd never expect from a band of criminals.
It reminds you they’re human even though society doesn't portray them as such.
“Where'd you live?” Tomura asks.
“I lived back at that place you found me, as one of their workers. It was okay if you ignored the lack of privacy and the irritating guests, but I hardly had anyone I knew there. Like sure, I lived with the same coworkers for a while, but I wouldn't call them friends or anything.”
“What about family?”
“No, I left them a long time ago.”
“Well, you’ll always have The League”, Tomura reassures you.
“Yeah…” You stare distantly at your untouched glass, swirling its contents slightly while mesmerized by the ripples that form from your movements.
“Is something wrong?”
You stop. “I’m not sure why you brought me here, you don't even know my quirk”, you say softly, but your eyes are still trained on the cup. “I can't see myself being of use to someone like you.”
“That kinda stuff doesn't matter to me, if it did I'd be no different from the heroes.”
He taps his finger against the wood a few times before speaking.“There's always something you can do to contribute to our cause, no matter how small it is.”
You sit beside him quietly as helps himself to more drinks, and though you usually loathe such silences, this one feels welcoming; a silence that wants to be filled but only if you'll allow it to.
“I don't know much about my quirk”, you inevitably admit, taking a miniscule breath to get over the initial shock of the words so easily slipping from your lips. “When it first activated, I was being—No, I was getting attacked, I should say. I’ll also add that the person responsible then had done it to me multiple times prior, but when I told anyone else about it they never believed me.”
Your teeth finally meet the rim of your glass so that the alcohol can scorch your tongue and the depths of your throat.
“So when they attacked me again, I wanted them to disappear for good.” Your tongue swiftly swipes across your lips. “I closed my eyes for a moment and my skin quickly became hot to the touch—I almost thought I was on fire.” Another sip is granted to your lips.
“Next thing you know, it actually happened. I opened my eyes and they disappeared, what remained was my body glowing and violet as a result, but it was only for an instant. And it's not only that, it also seems like a huge side effect of my quirk is memory loss in general, I’ve lost old memories separate from the event and I’m certain that has to be the cause of it.” You can feel the heat of Tomura's stare, which has never seemed to have left you, as he continues to listen intently.
“Ever since they disappeared, I can’t tell if they ever harmed me in the first place. I mean, physically, the evidence was there, but not the person who caused it.”
“When you say they disappeared, was it as if they never existed in the first place?”,Tomura questions, pupils dilated with intrigue.
“No, everyone else’s memories of them remained. I'm not sure whether they teleported or if they're just gone for good. Shit, I’m not even sure if what happened was actually a manifestation of my quirk because I haven’t used it since then.”
“If it is a quirk it’s pretty strong. My guess is that it activates whenever you have an overwhelming desire for something to disappear.” He pauses as if lingering on a thought. “And because it’s so powerful it requires a huge energy input, in this case, the energy of your neurons or memory.”
“Wow. That’s a well thought out guess.” You chuckle a bit. “Are you always good with these kinds of things?”
“I think it'd be weird if I wasn't”, he smirks.
“Right, since you’re a leader and all”, you return his smile before it eventually falters.
“But still, Tomura…If what you’re saying is true, my quirk only exacerbated my confusion about it all. It’s one thing to already be doubted by other people but it’s another to have a quirk that just so happens to help confirm those doubts…What if I was making it all up? What if my family was right and those things were just my imagination?”
Another silence instills, but it's far different from earlier, it's heavy and difficult to move in; you go rigid at the thought of making him uncomfortable or burdening him.
“I'm sorry. I'm not sure why I'm telling you all this—”
“Trust your instincts.” His tone is stern yet earnest. “If you say it happened then it happened. Don’t second guess yourself just because others are too scared to face the truth.”
You give him your biggest grin yet. “I really needed to hear that. Thank you.”
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The next morning the hideout rooms are bare, aside from decrepit mattresses that were previously slept on.
The lack of orders from Tomura has you worried about your place among the other members as you start to wonder why you are the only one who was left out from the mission today.
From what he's already briefed you on, the gang has to lay low due to their notoriety—how you've never managed to hear of Japan’s most wanted is a mystery, but your association with them hasn't been recognized by the public yet.
That's gotta mean something, right?
What you can't do on the battlefield, you’ll do at the base, it could use some work after all, and cleaning is in order regardless of how temporary the location is. You can also run errands for the rest of them as you still have spending money left over from your job.
Your schedule for the day has been decided.
The current hideout is composed of the main dining room (hangout, also where Kurogiri sleeps?), break room (Toga, Twice), bathroom, second dining room (Spinner, Shigaraki), and basement (You, Dabi, Compress).
As of now, you're tidying chairs and removing trash from tables, nothing
over the top, but it would be nice if there was at least one broom to work with or more than just two trash bags laying around.
Room to room, floor to floor. You make your rounds though the base until you eventually arrive at the last area, or the second dining room, but it’s locked.
You’ve already done your best to keep the place clean, it shouldn’t hurt to leave one room untouched. Satisfied with your progress, you return to the basement to take a nap before everyone else arrives.
The mattress is dilapidated beneath you yet it still cradles your body comfortably, you briefly look up at the dusty ceiling and the cobwebs that nest between its planks.
With each turn against the covers, a damp aroma follows suit as it fans and swirls any lingering mold in the air, and stirs up the caked debris on the floorboards.
It's been hours since you've finished cleaning yet there's no sign of The League's return.
It's far too desolate for your liking, as if the world were completely empty, and all its inhabitants planned an intergalactic road trip without you.
What if they left you behind?
Or maybe you're the one who disappeared somewhere far away—to not be touched is to disappear, how else can one validate their own existence?
No, you mustn't think too hard about it.
You shut your eyes hoping your thoughts would do the same.
There has to be some kind of sound you can listen to besides the rising of your own breaths and the increasing thumps of your heart beats.
Why hasn't anyone returned already?
Your body has unknowingly started its frantic steps toward the basement stairs, you nearly ascend on all fours before tripping over the clumsy movement of your own limbs. Your head throbs at the intensity of its collision with decaying wood, you roll over onto your back, huffing from the wasted breaths of your attempt to flee the building.
It's too quiet.
And soon you can't even hear the disgruntled pants of your own breathing. It’s too quiet, and you've forgotten to breathe.
Is someone there? You stand up once more, walking along the halls with your weight pressed against the wall.
Is anyone else here? The door to the second dining room is open?
Tomura?
Your vision is blurred yet you make out the disheveled blue strands before you, vermillion irises just as piercing and captivating.
You weakly reach out for him, but it seems he’s already reached out for you as his fingers make delicate contact with your upper arms.
“I'm sorry—”, you begin, cut short by a stream of tears cascading down your cheeks. You sink to your knees and Tomura is swift to drop beside you. “I just wanted to make myself useful, but I felt alone and—”
“Calm down, you're not alone”, the hand on your shoulder grips you tightly. “I'm here, everything's fine. You're gonna be alright.”
You sniffle, looking up at him with glistening features and puffy eyes.
“I’m gonna go get you something to drink”, he says as he quickly rises to leave.
“Wait, don't go!”, you tug at the hem of his sweatshirt. “Please?”
Tomura sits back beside you quietly; the comforting silence you would always expect with him.
He stares ahead at the wall for a moment then occupies himself with his jacket zipper, pinkies raised as he trails along the black fabric, scanning it closely as if he's never worn the thing before.
It doesn't take long for your thoughts and breathing to return to normal.
“I’ve only ever been acknowledged through touch”, you finally murmur. “It gets lonely sometimes.”
Tomura hums softly.
“Am I a burden to you?”
“No.”
“I’m glad.”
“Tomura”, you turn toward him. “Don't tell the others about this, okay?”
“I won't.”
“Thank you.” Your head gently falls on his shoulder. “For everything.”
✦✦✦ ✦✦✦
Twice and Toga make a rather ceremonious return, while the remaining members trickle in afterward, going along with another one of their whims; this time a welcoming party for you.
Or so they say, but really Twice and Dabi just wanted an excuse to buy cheap booze and play party games all night.
The group forms a half-hearted circle for a round of Never Have I Ever; some camping out on raggedy benches while others remain tightly knit on the ground. But eventually, Toga leaves for bed early into the night while Compress leaves because such games are too childish for the likes of him.
You sit between Tomura and Twice, as you listen to Spinner drunkenly ramble about an insect he saw on the way back.
Condensation drips down your knuckles and into your palms while the cold bottle between your fingertips still fizzles way past the halfway mark.
“Ok, ok. Never have I ever—“, Dabi burps then giggles a little, staples aligned in an enthusiastic curve as the sound passes through his lips. It’s strange to witness him so bubbly and void of his usual demeanor.
“Get on with it already!” Twice finally snaps.
“I'm getting to it, alright”, Dabi takes another sip of canned beer then pauses. “Never have I ever…laughed so hard I wet myself.” The smirk on his face afterwards is smug and expecting of a reaction.
“Don't tell me…”, Spinner says, face crinkling with disgust.
“Seriously? Gross.” Tomura chimes.
“I'm kidding. I'm kidding.” Dabi’s head tips back to release another boisterous laugh. “I almost did.”
“Spinner, your turn”, Tomura nudges beside him.
Spinner rests his chin on one of his hands, tapping a pointer on his lips. “Never have I ever…played a romance visual novel game.”
“A what?” Twice says abruptly.
“Can’t you come up with a better one? No one even knows what that is”, Dabi scoffs.
If Spinner’s scales could convey a red hue, they would've. His eyes are drawn wide as if he regretted ever asking, he awkwardly scratches the back of his head before turning away.
“I do.” You raise your left hand with its pinky already placed down. “I've played a few of them back in highschool.”
“Really?” Dabi inquires, interest suddenly peaked.
You nod. “Yeah, it's usually story based and your choices determine which character route you get at the end.”
His gaze shifts to Tomura. “You too, Boss?”, he asks upon noticing Tomura's downed finger.
“Yeah, Spinner made me play.”
“Buncha’ nerds! I've got the next question!” Twice intervenes with a passionately waving hand. “Never have I ever been in love with someone way older than me.”
“I haven't”, Spinner says quietly.
“Older than you? Man, she's gotta be like fifty”, Dabi jokes.
“Nah, this was years ago.” Twice smiles weakly beneath his mask.
Dabi plucks deftly at his beer can tab and places it between his teeth. “What's the story?”
“Whaddya mean?”
“There's gotta be a story.” Dabi clumsily presses a finger to Twice’s chest. “You're the one who chose the question.” He taps between his words then pulls back.
“Nothin’ worth telling, just an old co-worker from 10 years ago…I haven't seen 'em since, but it was a wild ride. They cheated on me!”
“Oh, that sucks”, Spinner gives his best sympathetic glance amidst the awkwardness.
“Yeah…” Twice then releases a flat chuckle.
The group sits tensely for his next drunken confession, but it never comes.
“Never have I ever…”, Dabi breaks the silence. “...wanted to makeout with someone in this room.” His eyes shift to each and everyone’s shocked looks at the nerve of his question.
It stirs something hidden inside you. You’re surprised to find yourself watching Tomura from the corner of your eye, so as to not draw suspicion, and for some reason the sight of his 9 fingers still being raised makes your throat tighten.
It's not like you put your own finger down either. So why—
“Oh c’mon. Not a single one of you wants to put your finger down?” Dabi shakes his head.
“You didn't put one down either”, Spinner remarks.
“Yeah, perv!”,Twice intervenes as well.
“Well, me, I'm just tryna spice things up a little, but whatever.” Dabi shrugs. “Just know I see the way some of you look at each other.” He flashes another grin.
And that’s the most heated the questions get for the rest of the night.
✦✦✦ ✦✦✦
Ever since Dabi’s prying, your eyes linger on the blue haired leader more often than they used to. Or maybe it was something you always did, but you never noticed—either way, those stolen glances at him whenever his attention was elsewhere become what you looked forward to.
He’s often tucked away in his room for most of the day, so the few moments he appears in the dining room, hair disheveled and hoodie hanging loosely on his shoulders, you brighten up.
You’ve unwillingly become a Tomura Shigaraki encyclopedia of some sort.
You know that when he first bites into things, he primarily uses his molars, parting his pale lips before skewing them to the side and sinking his teeth into it.
You also know that he’d make small abstract sketches into the table wood with his fingernails during meetings that go on for too long.
At first, his eyes never met yours as he was always immersed in whatever he was doing; whether it be writing or eating, but eventually your intense looks became enough to alert him.
He conveys a glint of pride as catches you, even smiling whenever you’d dart away and pretend fiddling with your hands was way more interesting than watching him.
Soon enough, it’s the only thing that ever occupies your mind, and before you sleep,
you wonder when things will ever be more than that.
And when he’d finally start to feel the same way about you.
✦✦✦ ✦✦✦
“I have an assignment for you”, a familiar rasp tugs you out of your thoughts and into the present.
“What is it?” You turn toward Tomura as he stands on the basement steps.
“I need a lookout.”
“But why me?” Your eyes cast sideways.
“Wouldn’t Spinner be better suited for something like this?”
“Does it matter? I’m asking you.” He walks further down then stops. “Plus you don’t stand out much, so you’re perfect for it.”
“Oh…”
“Come.” He turns to leave as usual, expecting you to follow.
The ride toward the destination is brief, if you could even call it much of a destination at all. It’s a miniature sized building of worn, faded bricks, many of the walls have already deteriorated and most of the windows are nonexistent.
You sit with Tomura amongst a thicket of trees, meticulously scanning the area for its owners or any other lurking parties with the same idea. It’s still daytime out yet you both are easy to spot even in the shady area behind one of the bushes.
“How’d you find out about this place?” You question Tomura but your voice never rises above a whisper.
“Doesn’t matter. They’ve got something I want.” Tomura impatiently rises from his knees.
“You’re raiding another hideout by yourself?” A tinge of worry finally makes its way into your words.
“Yeah, that’s why I brought you here.” He hands you some kind of receiver; black and with three color-coded buttons. “Press this twice to speak.” He points to the small blue button. “Let me know if you see someone coming, and I’ll let you know if I received it.”
“Wait”, you say harshly but quietly. “Are you sure about this?” You look around once more. “What’re you gonna go if they actually come back?”
“Don’t worry about it, just stay put.” He gives you one last affirmative nod then leaves without another word, toward the strange building.
Around twenty uneventful minutes pass with no signs of anyone returning. Your body jolts with every slight rustle of the grass and sudden clicks from nearby insects, but nothing more.
The area is suspiciously clear…
Just as you loosen your guard, a group of bandits approach the building from the far right; two of their faces are concealed with hoodies, while the other wears tacky shades and a lower face mask.
You hastily hold down on the blue button of the walky-talky. “Tomura, there’s people here—like 3 of them. Can you hear me?”
You wait fifteen seconds before trying to communicate once more.
“Tomura?”
Another silent fifteen.
“Hello?”
Still no reply.
Your stomach drops.
You have to do something, anything. Anything would be better than simply watching things unfold—you’re tired of being a spectator of your own life, you can't continue to remain a spectator now that someone you care for is in danger.
It takes a swift steeling of your gut before you’re trailing behind the strangers, pocket knife in hand but no plan of action. The heat of the moment isn’t always bad, instinct can sometimes prevail if the necessary talents were always dormant within you—but they weren’t…
Brisk, but subtle movements; you reach for the member furthest behind, pulling them to your chest before pressing the dull blade you have against their throat.
“M-make a move and I’ll kill him.” You stall, and the man stills in your grasp, without a word—yet, the rest of the group is unmoved by your threat.
“Really? You’ll kill him?”, the one with a gray beanie begins. Below his pointed nose, a smile tugs slightly at the corner of his lips while he reveals his palms to you in faux surrender. “Do it then.”
Your grip on the man loosens a little. “What?” You catch a glimpse of something
shifting in your peripheral but it's too late.
“Gaah—fuck—”, you curse as your head rattles from its collision with a wooden pole, and the man hurriedly slips from your hold.
Another abrupt smack comes from behind; you fall to your knees then your stomach, hands pressed against the sides of your skull to minimize the throbbing.
“You should really check your surroundings more”, a deep voice from above you quips, and a few snickers follow soon after.
“Who sent you?”, the man with a beanie asks.
You try your best to look up at the men with a strained neck. “ ‘m not telling—”
A boot toe is swung into the side of your abdomen and you curl inward from the impact; the pain is sharp as it bleeds into your ribs and stomach.
“Just tell us who sent you, alright?” Your collar is pulled up by another one of the men. “You here for the money too?”
“I dunno what…what…” The weight of your jaws is like lead as your mouth suffocates from nonexistent cotton. You can't even speak let alone try to save Tomura at this rate.
This'll only hold them off for so long but what will they do once they’ve had enough—or once they finally notice Tomura trespassing.
You attempt to lift your upper body with quivering arms but it's pointless, another strike to your chest has you back on the ground, helpless and panting as more consecutive blows come from each member.
Your eyes tighten and sting with tears, but things can’t end this way. You have to try, but at this point, they should all just—
They should all just—
Disappear.
Your skin sears with heat, while something courses through your veins at the speed of light—and you don't know what—but it leaves you jolting with each and every circulation.
Once it stops, you’re instantly rigid as you open your eyes to empty surroundings, the only evidence of the men’s presence is the boot marks across your skin and the bloodied beanie abandoned in the corner.
They're gone. They're really gone.
But your head thumps even greater than before.
“What are you doing here”, a recognizable hoarseness comes from above.
“Tomura, you’re here”, you murmur weakly, struggling to push your body upwards. “I couldn’t reach you and I got worried, so I came here myself.”
“What happened?” He drops beside you to lend a hand, straightening your torso.
Your arm remains secured over his shoulders as he holds you upright. “There was a group of them here just now, but I lost control—“ A warm fluid trickles down your nose and across your lips, you swipe at it, pulling away to examine the blood that’s poured from you.
“Hey, are you sure you didn’t overdo it?” His cracking features are stern as he observes you more closely.
“No-no, I’m fine.” You study your stained hands more closely. “I’ve forgotten something important and I don’t even know what…” You pause. “Do you believe me? That they were here?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” He notices a glimpse of dismay in your eyes then surveys the room for something. “That over there”, he points to the discarded beanie from earlier. “This from one of the bandits.”
“Yeah, why?”
Tomura doesn’t answer, instead releasing you gently then walking over to it before placing it into your palm.
“Keep it.” He wraps your fingers around it firmly. “It’s proof of what's happened. A reminder of everything that's disappeared in your past too.”
“A reminder…” You stare quietly at what he's placed in your hands, then at Tomura’s eyes, and then the hands that remain on his body.
“Tomura…Don’t ever disappear on me please.”
“Hmm?”
You gently shake your head. “Sorry, just a feeling.”
✦✦✦ ✦✦✦
For the next few days, you're out of commission, but Tomura would often visit you for a few hours to check up on how you've recovered from the side effects of your quirk.
Even then, you felt useless throughout it all, insisting on aiding The League despite your feeble state, but once you make a full recovery, Tomura asks to get snacks with you, claiming it'll cheer you up.
The gray beanie rests snuggly on your head, restored to its former glory after some washing and a bit of Tomura's efforts.
“Like a date?”, you ask Tomura after he's brought up the sudden inquiry.
“I'm not that cheap”, he replies as walks beside you up the basement steps.
You smile. “It’s not like I'd mind it if you were.”
He takes you to a local convenience store to ring up two bags of potato sticks, ohagi, and two melon-lime sodas, then he leads you down more cracked sidewalks and to a park bench.
The view from it is mesmerizing, swirls of lilac and tangerine merge in the sky and reflect across the murky waters. This river has never looked as pretty before, but it’s only ever as pretty as the sky makes it.
“It's pretty isn't it?” You ask faintly.
“Yeah.” Tomura takes a small bite of ohagi before licking his lips. “How's your quirk?”
“Fine, nothing’s happened since then.” You mimic his action, still staring ahead at ripples in the water.
He hums.
The ohagi is sweet on your tongue, and sticks behind your teeth while the sip of melon-lime soda you take afterward makes your cheeks pucker.
It's chilly out but you can't seem to mind the heavy breeze even as it glazes over your eyes and sends chills across your skin.
“No matter what I make disappear I’ll always be dissatisfied with the result”, you start, voice low and solemn. “I don't know, I just wish I could make things appear instead sometimes…”
“I could relate in a way”, Tomura begins. “I destroy what upsets me because it's all I’ve ever known to get rid of this itch I feel inside.” Tomura looks at his palms longingly before clenching them into fists. “But destruction is often necessary for creating something new.” He turns toward you. “Sometimes things need to disappear in order for the things you want to appear.”
His gaze lingers on you, soft and curious, before you finally return it. “Is that how you plan to build the future?”, you eventually question.
“The future?” He scratches at the base of his throat. “I guess I never cared for a future before the League. Their will is my will now.”
“So there's still no future you want just for yourself?”
“I didn't say that”, he mumbles softly.
“Then what is it—”
“What about you?” His stare is a bit darker than before.
Your mouth slightly gapes then closes. “Oh, well I'll accept any future as long as you're in it…” you say meekly, staring down into your lap as you thread your fingers with your own nervously. “I'm more curious about you though—”
His fingers grip the sides of your jaw
to face you toward him. For a moment, he only stares at your parted lips before finally making contact, and his mouth encloses around yours in a hot, breathless kiss.
His mouth still tastes sweet, with his teeth sliding gently across your bottom lip and nibbling softly on your tongue. It has you gasping for partitions to breathe, yet you also want to be brought closer—smothered in more of his warmth and affection.
But then he abruptly pulls away.
“Let's head back.” His thumb swipes your cheek gently, and you nod against his palm.
Tomura’s words are meaningful to you, and you're glad to hear more of them throughout the walk back to the hideout, hand in hand and smiling.
As you find yourself wanting to do more to embrace your quirk, you realize that he’s already upheld the promise he made to you when you first met;
He’s become your savior.
And despite still carrying reminders of his past across his body, he’s seemingly free of it, and you find that admirable.
You’re still scared of the journey that’s needed for gaining better control of your ability, especially its lasting effects. But how those lost memories will change you over time, is a question for the future.
As of now, you lay beside him in his room, with only the two of you, after Spinner swapped out his mattress with yours begrudgingly, and you press yours and Tomura’s together to form a shared one.
The night with him led to more meaningless talks about the future and the things you want to buy once The League gets money, it was going well…
All things were well, until you woke up amidst the early morning to a violent thrashing in your skull and dried blood caked under your nose, along with the ruby puddle it formed on your pillowcase.
But worst of all, Tomura’s bed was empty.
The door was still locked from the inside, so he couldn’t have left.
Did he…disappear?
In your gut, you know the answer but your psyche still fights against it.
The thought of secretly wanting him to disappear is the utmost betrayal, it’s stomach churning, your skin instantly goes icy at the idea—this can’t be what you have wanted. Maybe you know far less about your quirk than you think you do.
Yes, it all ties back to when you lost control, it has to.
You shouldn’t have used it that day, then this wouldn’t have happened—you were just stupid, he definitely could’ve taken care of himself back then.
This theory of your quirk growing more unstable from the one use satisfies you for a moment, but eventually your anxiety ridden mind starts to construct hypotheticals as to why you would want to get rid of him in the first place.
Maybe all along you felt as though you didn't deserve someone like him around you.
A part of you wants to remove everything around you in a blinded rage; make everything and everyone disappear until you’ve completely forgotten who you are.
Yet, you’re perfectly still and void of the energy to do so as you look over at his side with clouded vision; warm tears start to streak your cheeks and mix with the blood that has already stained them.
You wrap yourself in the blankets that were once warm from his skin, you reach over to hold his family close, in place of him not being there to do it.
The world is empty without him in it, and your senseless cries because of that are muffled by his very pillowcase.
It hurts.
And more than the pain you feel from sorrow, your overwhelmed with hatred, a complete despisal of yourself which grows with each passing second you stare dejectedly as the empty spot before you.
It hurts, but to sit here and mourn without thinking of changing things would go against everything he stood for.
You briefly eye the beanie he’s restored for you, snuggling it securely on your head as you remember just that.
You’ll have to collect yourself, if only for a moment.
If you want to bring him back, you’ll have to embrace this wretched quirk even more in hopes of undoing what you’ve already done.
It’s decided.
Your chilled fingers quiver as they swipe at the smeared fluid that’s begun to glisten your features, fingertips now tainted the slightest vermilion, you clean them on the nearest cloth to better gather your composure.
The salty, metallic trail that begins to smother your lips is the least of your worries, the rest of the League will find out at some point, and you can’t deny that you want to run away before that happens.
Your limbs are collapsed into a clumsy heap at the center of the room, your jittering muscles attempt to lash against the restrain of your determined mind, but you keep them hostage, waiting patiently still until the other members rouse.
What will they do now that their leader is gone because of you?
It’s suspicious that some nobody that was introduced no more than a few days ago was able to shift their hierarchy in a matter of hours.
You’ll be crucified—No, you’ll explain everything as calmly as you can manage, and maybe through the trembling of your voice and the remnants of your tears, they’ll believe that you never had it in you to intentionally harm someone you love.
The peace before the storm doesn’t last for long as the door’s hinges tremble before their inevitable creaking as a scaly-green head peers through the crack like a humble intruder.
“Sorry to bother '', Spinner starts, making his meek entry despite the lack of your acknowledgement, pointed fingertips clenched in awkward fists at his sides while his pink eyes shift across the floorboards. “I meant to get it last night, but I didn’t want to—“ His gaze travels upward and across the tousled but stained sheets along your body, then to abnormal streaks along your cheekbones.
His mouth parts to reveal a sliver of tightened teeth before swiftly closing. “Where’s Shigaraki?” He asks quietly, yet the whites of his eyes are glazed and nearly prodding from behind his lids.
You ball your palms as you brace for impact. “It’s complicated—“
“Holy shit. Did you guys get into a fight?” He scans your figure fully once more as if to confirm his hunch, but you’re quick to deny it.
“No! No, never…”, You reassure him but he doesn’t seem eased in the slightest. Your throat bobs harshly before your next words. “It’s my quirk—I think I may have—I-I think I’ve made him disappear…”
The silence that instills is enough to hear your restless heartbeat thumping against your ears; hasty and loud, your veins choked with blood as the stream unbridledly whips along its walls with each thud.
Thumping and thumping and thumping, then ringing, then thumping—and oh, god—why won’t he say something already?
His glossy, pink irises are locked on yours unmoving, but that’s all. Not a word nor a gasp, but a look you’ve yet to place.
“You what?”Spinner inevitably breaks the silence with an unexpectedly soft tone—so calm you hardly notice as his hands trail slowly toward the branch of knives tightly secured to his back. “Don’t move—“ He shouts once the weapon is unsheathed and it nearly swipes against the tip of your chin.
Your balance swiftly shifts to the back of an elbow, curling away from the glistening blade before you. “W-What?”
“Don’t fucking move!” he repeats, his resolve is affirmed in that moment.
Rushed footsteps can be heard distantly as they trail down the hall to approach the source of the racket before ending at the doorway, just behind him.
With Dabi to his left, and Twice to his right, they peer through the crowded opening, heads tilting to and fro to make sense of the scene you’ve unwillingly made yourself the spotlight of.
It’s over.
Your skin flushes with ice at the villains you previously had no issue being among, as it’s different once you’re finally on the other end of the blade.
Eyes damp with tears, you silently shake your head as a final, small act to sustain your innocence.
“Yo-yo! What’s going on?” Twice is the first to speak, looking at you then Spinner then you again.
“Tell them what you did!” Spinner shakes the blade with each word and you recoil.
You gulp. “I may have used my quirk to make Tomura disappear—but it was an accident I swear!” Your attention is drawn between the two that have joined him in hopes that they'd be more understanding, yet confusion is still plastered on their faces.
“What do you mean by “disappear”?” Dabi steps forward with his scarred palms flexing as if he’s ready to strike.
“I don’t know. I don’t understand it yet, but I think I can bring him back, you just have to trust me”, you plead once more.
The group gives each other silent glances, then Spinner gives an indirect order with a small nod of his head, and the two step forward to close the distance around you.
“Now, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Dabi gives a menacing gleam with his words before lunging near you and securing your arms.
Spinner seems to have left the room while the other two are quick to gather your limbs and place you on a wooden chair you were unaware existed to the far left of the room.
He swiftly returns with tape and rope to finish binding you to the chair and floorboards.
“You two stay here and watch, I'll let the others know”, Spinner orders before hurriedly taking off.
However, Dabi follows suit despite his demands.
“Hey man, got a hot date or something? I mean, where do you think you’re going?” Twice gives an accusatory point in his direction.
“I’m not babysitting. I’ve got better things to do, so just make a clone or whatever.” Dabi turns the corner before he can refute.
Twice drags a hand across the lower half of his features in frustration before complying begrudgingly to produce a clay-like figure that transforms into a replica of Dabi.
He then updates the clone on your situation so that the two can stand guard, bickering and complaining for what feels like a half hour. Although, they never seem to address you.
You eventually feel something thick lodged at the base of your throat, shooting upward to spurt from between your teeth, while the taste of it is suffocating as it reeks of bile and sewage but has the consistency of slime. Your limbs flail beneath its holdings in response to the lack of air, attempting to claw the sludge away but to no avail.
When it’s abruptly removed from your body, you’re able to take in the sudden change of scenery; a windowless laboratory of rows of tall vials with foreign creatures submerged in some strange liquid within them.
It’s a cinematic rendition of an over the top villain hideout that surrounds you and leaves you gawking—but the most pressing matter of all is the bald, old man that accompanies you as he sits beside a computer screen and stares at you behind glaring lenses.
The screen flickers to life to portray an indiscernible image. “When I got the details of this new recruit, I expected trouble. But this…”, a deep voice emits behind the static of the picture. “Is outside of my expectations.”
“Yes, quite troublesome at first glance, but I can assure you that things aren’t as dire as they may seem”, the man with glasses adds, hands folded across his lap as he assesses the situation. “From what I’ve been told, it looks to be a teleportation quirk of some sort, but what I’m stuck on is the memory aspects of it…Nonetheless, evidence of Tomura Shigaraki’s existence still remains, otherwise a quirk capable of erasing one’s presence wouldn’t have existed until the next generation or so. Well, if you trust my theory of course.” The man’s eyes remain on your frightened form.
“Yes, I trust you’ll see this through to the end without me”, the other voice states calmly. “Counting on you, as always, Doctor…” The screen finally goes black, and you assume the man has left.
“Now, let’s get the full picture, shall we?” The “Doctor” continues once the two of you are alone.
“Who are you?” You ask a question of your own as you were never told of these two strange members by the others.
“Who I am isn’t important, you want to bring back Tomura don’t you?”
You nod.
Well, whoever they are, they seem to know Tomura personally, so you’ll have to trust them for now.
You give your best summary of what happened the morning you woke up to his disappearance and emphasize the similarities it had with the others that vanished as well; the bloodied nose and feverish skin with each use of your quirk.
“And I’m guessing you can’t use it on command, correct?” He questions upon hearing the details.
You nod once more.
“It’d be possible for me to forcibly activate it, but alas I have no way of knowing how it works.” The doctor turns his chair toward the array of keys behind him and begins fiddling with them. “But, I have a solution.” He presses a final red button, and that suffocating liquid from earlier returns to your sternum.
When you come to, your bindings are released, and the scenery has changed, just as you expected.
All sides of the room are covered in huge white tiles, with a devastating lack of furniture and a just as bland bathroom door to the very right of you.
Though, these details are easy to ignore, once you spot one of those horrid beasts from before, stalking at the furthest end of the room, twitching brain exposed and beak-like mouth smothered in drool.
Its protruding eyes are inquisitive as it approaches you in a prowling stance, navy palms bared and itching to get you in its grasp.
Your stomach swoops heavily at the sight, and your legs are soon to follow behind it.
“W-Wait—I said I’ll fix things! I just need time!”, you screech, toppling defeatly to the ground as the beast towers over you, the scorching musk of his breath contrasts the chill of your skin. “Don’t kill me! I’m sorry—please, I’ll do anything!” You continue to holler more empty cries into an unwavering void, clenching your eyes shut as if it’ll lessen the damage somehow.
And to your surprise, the sound of his panting is gone, the air feels stilled as if he’s absent.
Did it work?
You part your eyes slowly to find the room is empty, but your relief is short-lived.
“You’d have died had I not intervened, are you sure you want to live?” The doctor’s voice comes from a radio intercom in the top corner of the walls.
“Yeah, but things don’t always go the way I plan”, you reply softly.
The doctor is silent.
“So, what now?” you ask.
He clears his throat. “I’ll take a few blood samples and then you’ll need to be isolated until you get things under control.”
“Is the lab work really necessary—“ you start, but a boxy machine with a syringe at the tip pricks you before you can process it. “Ouch!” The machine teleports away as swiftly as it came.
“I don’t think you’re in a position to be asking questions”, he warns, you hear faint clicking of buttons in the background.
A miniature version of another one of those creatures appears, standing docilely along the wall furthest from you and staring your direction. “The one in the room now won’t do anything without my command, but it’s at your disposal. Use it to train as you see fit.”
“Is that it? Am I really supposed to do this alone?”
“Well, you’re the wielder of the quirk aren’t you?”
“I guess so.”
A sleeping bag and small flip-phone suddenly appear beside you. “All updates are to be given through this device, anything else is unnecessary, understood?”
“Yes”, you reply timidly at how fast things are going.
“Well, that’ll be all. I expect progress, but do know that time isn’t on your side”, the doctor adds.
“What happens if I don’t do it in time—“
You hear blaring static.
Great, you think to yourself.
You’ve had your whole life to train your ability but you ran away from every opportunity you had to hone it. Being cautious has done more harm than good, but it’s not like you ever had the environment to explore your quirk safely—until now…
Is it too late to start from the beginning? To take the time to unleash your full potential without your own mental restraints?
You’re unsure, but it’d be nice to at least have examples to go off of, after all, you’ve been left alone in a room to your own devices, and without any guidance from the rest of the members.
Do they actually care about their leader or do they trust in him enough to return despite the circumstances?
A heavy sigh escapes you.
Maybe you should try meditating.
You sit cross-legged in the center of the room, staring up at the lack of intricacies on the ceiling, attempting to clear your mind of anything other than bringing Tomura back.
You imagine the messy wisps that were splayed across his pale forehead the brief night you laid beside him. You think about wanting to create that moment once more, but somewhere you can have him all to yourself.
He’ll be back. He’ll be here any minute now.
Your eyelids shut gently as you wait for a surge of power to wash over you.
But that moment never comes…
Your throat bobs tightly with the building sting of your eyes, while your tongue goes dry from misery.
What are you doing wrong?
Your fingers swipe at the warm liquid that seeps from your nose, but it isn’t blood.
Why isn’t this working?
You crawl defeatedly toward the cheap sleeping bag you’ve been given, collapsing in it only to be pressed uncomfortably to the floor, adding fuel to your already festering disappointment.
Your palms reach up for the soft fabric band of the beanie around your head for comfort.
You go to sleep hoping that just like last time your quirk would manifest itself subconsciously through the night.
Yes, you can only hope…
✦✦✦ ✦✦✦
The next morning begins with the clashing of bells, an ear-grating sound that comes from that flip-phone you were given—which you initially think is an alarm before spotting a blank contact on the answer/decline screen.
You click the uppermost green button.
“Hello?” A rasped voice on the other end of the line speaks.
“Hello? I thought this thing was only for updates”, you huff, frustrated now that your sleep has been disturbed.
“Well, I’ve got a pretty big one, I’m just not sure if you realized it yet.”
There’s a hint of a smile behind those words, one you’re quick to place as belonging to the very man you’ve been searching for.
You gasp. “I’m so glad to hear it’s you!”, you nearly shout into his ears. “Are you hurt? What happened? Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, when I came to I was way outside of the hideout but I was able to get in touch with the League eventually”, Tomura explains.
“So, you’re safe. You don’t know how much I’ve missed your voice.”
“It’s only been a few days.”
“Yeah, but I thought I’d never be able to hear it again.” You hold the phone tighter against you. “I really want to see you…Is that ok?”
There’s a long pause before he speaks. “Of course, I’d be with you right now, but I can’t.”
“Oh, right…It’s still dangerous to be around me until I can get things under control—“
“No”, he says sharply. “I’m not scared, but I think it’s your quirk that’s stopping me.”
Your brows crinkle slightly. “How so?”
“There’s this invisible barrier around you that’s almost a kilometer thick, and I’m the only one who can’t get through, not even with Warp Gate.”
You tap a finger to your bottom lip. “Oh, I see. So, that must be the extent of my ability. Like a radius”, you chime, a bit relieved to get a better understanding of it.
“Right, now that you know more about it it should be easier to use. I can even help you.”
“Thank you, I’d appreciate that”, you say softly, heat flushing your cheeks despite something so trivial.
“That room you’re in right now, is it comfortable?” He asks with a hint of concern in his voice.
“Not really, but I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, but an actual mattress would be nice.”
“Got it. They’re not treating you badly, are they?”
His consideration puts you at ease. “No, I think they were quite lenient given that I almost got rid of their leader”, you say with a slight giggle.
He sighs jokingly. “Fair enough. But, I don’t want us to run out of minutes right now. I’ll be sure to call you later today.”
“I’ll miss you.”
“I know, but you’ve already been so strong. It’ll only be a bit longer.”
You hum in acknowledgment. “Bye. I lo—“ No, you’ll wait to tell him in person. “Bye, talk to you later.”
“Bye.” He says lastly before the line ends with a final click and you're back to the bleak reality ahead of you.
Shortly after your call, spare clothes and a tray of food appears; two crisp sandwiches, an orange, and a juice box, which you bring to your lap with hastiness.
You feel as though you’ve forgotten something important, but you decide to put it past you, chowing down the meal despite the stirring in your gut never relenting.
You have too much to do, so you’ll continue to put your worries aside for the time being.
The rest of your day is spent doing more half-hearted meditation, and attempting to make conversation with the only other living being in the room, though it never responds.
“What are you?” You question the pale creature, but it seems as if it glances through you, unaware of your presence at all.
Luckily, your boredom subsides when the flip phone rings to life, and you briskly snatch it up at the second chime.
“Hey, how’re things going?” The voice on the other end asks casually, but with curiosity.
“Hey, T—“ You pause with your nails sinking repetitively into your thighs as you wrack your mind for answers.
T? Who were you talking to again?
“What’s wrong?”
“Your name. I can’t remember it, it’s on the tip of my tongue. T-t-t—“
Your lungs fight to keep up with the speed of your breaths, a violent pounding beats within your skull, blood swishing through your veins like grains of sand have replaced your cells.
“Tomura”, the voice says firmly, but without malice.
Tomura.
“It’s ok, I’ll tell you as many times until you remember”, Tomura reassures you, quietly.
How could you have forgotten?
“Tomura. Tomura, I’m so sorry”, you nearly fumble over your words, yet this panicked gathering of your thoughts is one you’re overly acquainted with.
And the realization is quick to strike; This has already happened before.
“It’s fine.” Tomura attempts to change the subject. “Tell me about your progress today—”
“I think I’ve got it”, you blurt upon gathering how you’ve failed to recall your conversation with him from earlier. “Now that I talk to you, I realize what may have happened in the past with the first person I used my quirk on. Any new memories relating to after their disappearance were short-term and quickly forgotten.” You briefly consider how Tomura’s name previously slipped from your mind. “Except now, I feel as though my quirk has evolved; I can’t create any new long term memories of the person that disappears, and the memories I lose have become more direct to the person who disappeared.” How long has it been since you’ve told Tomura of your past? “I don’t even remember the moment I first used my quirk anymore, the person has disappeared from my mind, but the anxiety lingers. I still feel the initial dread I felt when they were around, I just don’t know who’s causing it.”
You hear distant scraping of nails against skin. “So what I thought was initially a quirk that used memories as an energy source was always a calculated manipulation of a disappeared person’s existence—down to the circumstances needed to activate it. What do you feel right now?”
“What do you mean?” You feel as though the question is sudden.
“Maybe you still feel that dread of wanting someone to disappear but the fear was misplaced onto me.”
Your expression shifts with fascination. “It makes sense, but I could never see myself getting rid of you even if the feeling is misplaced. The feeling had to have been fleeting.”
“I know, but you have to consider the possibility. What else is there to go off of?”
You nod a bit to yourself. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
The call inevitably concludes after more banter about how you’d recreate the circumstances necessary for activating your quirk, and with Tomura’s suggestions still fresh on your mind, your duties as a test subject continue.
So, the night before he disappeared…how did you feel…
The cellphone chime breaks the silence.
You quickly press the phone to your ear. “Tomura—“
“Hey, is this a good time?” The voice this time is different, more shaky and uncertain.
“Yeah, you’re good. And this is…?” You hesitantly ask.
“Spinner.” Spinner?
“Oh, then, what’s up?”
“Listen, I just wanted to apologize for how I treated you at first”, he slowly begins. “You seem really important to Shigaraki, and I didn’t realize it at the time. I feel like a total asshole.”
“No-no, I get it”, you say in an attempt to comfort him. “I definitely wouldn’t have trusted me either. I looked like a complete mess at the time.”
He gives a small sigh of relief.
“Is Shigaraki important to you too?” You ask meekly, while idly twirling the hem of your clothing. “I mean—forget it, I feel like it’s pretty obvious since he’s the leader and all.”
“No, that's not the case for everybody, some don’t view him in the same light as you and I, but I guess you could say there’s still a mutual level of respect among all the members.”
“Oh, I see…” You briefly wonder about Dabi’s relationship with Tomura.
“Yeah, so let me know if you need anything. I may not be of much help, but there may be something I can do for you that no one else can do already.”
You smile. “Thanks, I’ll remember that. It was nice meeting you—err, again.”
“Yeah, you too. See you around.”
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With each memory that fades, does a part of you fade with it?
It’s complicated, you think.
Experiences become instinct, as the actions you perform are the same, just without the memory being tied to them anymore.
The next day, you awake expecting a call from someone you’ve yet to remember.
You love them. Yes, you love them but does that love matter if you can’t recall the reasons the love has blossomed in the first place.
Your hands scramble for the phone as soon as it rings, but it doesn’t lift the weight off your chest like it used to.
“Hey, it’s me again”, the rasped voice says closely to the built-in microphone.
“I’m sorry, I know I should know this already, but, who is this?” You ask reluctantly. Each second of silence that passes is aching, but underneath the heaviness of your chest, you feel a sense of safety, as if the question is welcomed to be asked regardless.
It’s instinctual.
“I’m Tomura Shigaraki. The one with the blue hair, and red eyes…” he says patiently, then pauses. “The one you like.”
“Tomura…” Your heart is filled as the name passes through your lips. “Tomura, I’m so sorry. I—“
“It’s fine, remember. I’ll tell you as many times so that you’ll never forget me.”
“Right, thank you.” You hold back a sob, swiping the gathered tears that haven’t made it down your cheeks.
“Y’know Kurogiri advised me to leave you alone”, he continues, and his tone is more solemn. “He says it’s for my own sake, that speaking with you like this will only lead to more heartbreak, but I just can’t…I can’t leave you alone, and even if you forget me, I’d still remind you everyday and pretend as if you never forgot.”
“Tomura. I-I won’t forget this time, I promise.” Your words are shaky as your sniffles become more frequent.
“It’s fine”, he reassures you some more. “I’ll call you tomorrow just like always, okay?”
“Okay, I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too.”
The click of the line cutting is enough to release the tears you’ve held back since the beginning of the call, starting with slow drips then evolving into heavy streams and branching salt trails.
You cough muffled cries into your pillowcase until your brain throbs tightly from the tension behind your eyes, and your throat is thick with snot and drool.
Your insides hollow with each breath you take without him beside you.
How can you bear it any longer?
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It’s been days since you’ve lost recollection of the person you’ve been yearning to bring back. Your only sense of comfort comes from a silvery gray cap you hold to your chest tightly whenever your pillow can’t fulfill its role of a proper cuddling partner.
Every now and then you place it on your lap only to be entranced by the mesmerizing zigzag pattern of its stitches and thinning threads unraveling at its edges.
You think the stagnation of your training and the lack of stimuli has altered you enough to find such a frivolous object important to you.
Though…it doesn’t hurt to keep it around.
When you receive an envelope one morning, the husk of your memories is still set alight, with your delicate fingers brushing over the letters inside, and passion flowing through your veins at the familiarity of the handwriting of your lover.
The words read as such:
If you’re reading this letter, my calls weren’t enough to reach your heart, so I write to you instead.
You’ve forgotten me, but no matter what, I’ll never hold it against you, as we’re torn apart by things out of our control but I know it’ll work out in the end.
I’ve decided to exclude most details of my identity this time around.
Why? Because, I don’t think you’ll be needing it anymore, after all, I trust in the strength of your ability to overcome this short-lived obstacle.
I saw this potential in you from the beginning, and it won’t waver now that our fate is suddenly in your hands.
Though, I’m sorry if it seems as though you’re fighting alone. I wish to be by your side again, and I know you feel the same.
Forever yours,
Tomura.
Upon reading it, you feel different.
Tomura’s heartfelt message stirs a sense of longing within you, but more prominently, an unforeseen chill in your veins, your fear-stricken nerves are tangling about with blazing electricity coursing through them.
This dread is one you’ve long grown accustomed to, but is it right to feel it at this moment?
Speaking of, the night he disappeared, you felt the same way—you just hadn’t realized it yet.
Yes, you get it now…
You were so afraid of losing him that you beat the universe to it.
Now that he’s gone, the anxiety you feel now can’t be any more relieving than if he were to be present and capable of leaving you behind.
At least then he’d console you with more heartfelt words against your separation.
At least he’d be here.
Here.
Why can’t he be here?
An eye-watering pulse suddenly thumps against your brain, swift and sharp, you curl over and grip your knees as if it’ll distribute the pressure to the opposite end of your body and away from your head.
Beneath your skin is a glowing purple pool of fire, scorching the cells deep enough to your bones, while your nose drips crimson of the same heat.
Memories of Tomura surge through your synapses at the speed of light as you begin to vividly recall each minuscule detail of your shared moments; like the quirky way he eats his ohagi, and the jagged curl of his lips when he smiles.
When it all subsides, you’re left panting against the tile staring up into the featureless ceiling—but your lips can’t help turning upward with a pleasureful sigh passing through them.
You lurch to your bed once you’ve caught your breath, swiftly reaching for your phone and dialing at the bright green contact you were provided.
The buzzing before the call leaves you tossing and turning across your mattress in anticipation, but his answer never arrives.
Though, as you disappointedly ring his line once more, you’re interrupted by a tall swirl of dark violet parting before you to reveal pale blue wisps peeking through its opening and the lanky body that follows it outward.
Tomura.
You enthusiastically rise to your feet to meet his piercing eyes. “How did you know?” you question, brows raised and mouth parting with wonder.
He brings you tightly into his hold. “I don’t know, but it feels like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders”, he whispers into the crook of your neck, raising bumps on the delicate skin there while his hands stroke the sides of you tenderly, cupping your skin into his palms easily.
“It’s been a while”, you pull away to meet his gaze. “I haven’t forgotten how much I love you, and I never will”, you say sweetly with a small smile—one he mimics before going nose-to-nose to close the gap.
“Show me how much you’ve missed me.” His mouth brushes against yours teasingly at first, peppering kisses and small nibbles along the sides, then meshing completely to form a hot tunnel between you.
A faint taste of salt lingers on his tongue as it glides along the grooves of your teeth as if your mouth were molded for his entry all along.
The heat of his exhales becomes your main source of air, his presence gives you life.
You’re slotted on your mattress, beneath him as his body rocks into you with a dizzying but intoxicating strength, leaving you choked at the sudden change in position.
Even a slight fleck of his touch is overflowing, enough to last you a lifetime if he were to drop you this very moment and leave you begging.
But with his compassion, you’re overcome with greed—a simple press of skin has you waiting for more with bated breath.
“Touch me more, please”, you plead when you’ve grown tired of his toying, and the moment away from his lips feels like an eternity.
The curve of your spine follows each movement of his hands as he begins to strip you bare. His clothes follow suit, and your lips are drawn to his collarbone, placing fleeting pecks along the scarred flesh then suckling harsh enough to leave bruises.
His taste is addicting despite being faint enough to miss. The stimulating feel of his skin against your tongue will be imprinted in your mind for as long as you live.
He pulls away to leave a trail of kisses along the side of your cheek. “I need to feel you”, he moans breathily into the cusp of your ear, then sinks his teeth into the fleshy lobe, lathering your skin with warm spit which cools with each fan of breaths.
His deft fingers start to pry your sex, already slick from his earlier affections and pulsing with a desire to be filled. He swipes between your folds before circling the pad of his thumb around your twitching clit as it begins to pebble and harden from his calculated ministrations.
His eyes never leave yours as he takes in each of your expressions, watching with an intensity that sends arousal directly to your core and has you gasping and squirming beneath him.
“Wanna feel you inside of me”, you whine, desperate from being wound up by his hands.
He removes his fingers momentarily to slurp on your juices, obscenely taking them into his mouth then catching the stray dribbles with his tongue, all the while continuing to stare at you more intensely.
He then uses your combined fluids to further lubricate the glistening, pink tip of his cock, before he slowly prods the first ring of your opening.
The stretch when he bottoms out has you clamping around it instantly as the girth and shape rubs against your most sensitive spots, prickling the areas with mouth-watering precision and pumping the spasming vessels aflame.
His thrusts are slow and deep, ensuring each divot of your insides is given attention, and is repeatedly stroked until your pelvis subconsciously wreaths to match his movements.
As you bring his panting mouth back to your lips, you cup your hands to his cheeks before embedding them in the waves of his hair, and tugging slightly as his assault sends sharp tingles throughout your nerves.
Your kisses are slick of drool, with your blissful haze denying your mind of any remaining coherence. You thoughtlessly engulf his lips as if his breath were what you needed to live.
You part for air with a hint of reluctance. “I’m close”, you cry out to the best of your ability, unable to resist the growing tightness in your gut.
“Cum for me”, he coos into you while harshly returning a finger to your neglected nub.
“Cum around my cock, and I’ll give you the world”, he continues, and you’re sent hurtling toward the peak of your climax, thighs constricting around his hips and heels pressing firmly into his lower back.
Avid declarations of love pour from between your teeth as your eyes water from his unrelenting thrusts into your overstimulated sex.
He groans softly while your walls still convulse around his length, pulling ropes and ropes of cum from the throbbing head until it drips along the sides of your hole, down your folds.
He collapses beside you, sweat-damped cheeks pressing against your glistening forehead before he pulls his lips to yours in a final searing kiss.
“Be sure to remember this”, he murmurs lastly into you.
You’ll never let him disappear again.
#shigaraki smut#shigaraki x reader#tomura shigaraki x reader#tomura shigaraki smut#shigaraki tomura x reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader#tomura shigaraki imagines
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since shriek week doesn't really have formal combats/encounters, we're moving on to starstruck:
quick episode descriptions:
welcome to the spacin' life, buddy!: first episode and we're already doing battle. norman is an asshole. fighting jan de la vega. sidney and barry go for it. margaret is a busy businesswoman who nonetheless helps out. raymond zam wants to reschedule space battle. the intro flashbacks: use your tongue. fuck erotica ann. never go to the zoo. would you like to buy pleasure putty. young and hip people don't need to say they're young and hip.
all in the hot exit: running from the carbine kennel club dog show with aurora nebbins, princeps zortch and gnosis in tow. the pleasure putty factory is exploding. gunnie casts flash. two nat ones. my future is changing! are you hacking a dice? sidney throwing grenades. barry tanking so much damage. i'm hurt. margaret banking in pitched battle. that's the most advisable thing you could have been doing. nat 20 on the jib jobbers showing up. take care of my legs! riva yanking gunnie to the ship and glindaing jan de la vega. nat 20 death save that took so long. making it out with 30000 credits & a 5 star rating.
wallops at swallop's: skip's incredible back to back turns. freon blast. jumping into the rafter where everyone can see you. stealing back the kublacaine. popping off and not running and still winning. the sheriff is shitting in the bathroom. the first get nasty from margaret. skip shooting the sheriff for 21 points and then mounting his decapitated head on a cactus. killing the police force and then partying after.
baustin skiffy limits: running through the market. barry with the table. setting up for combination moves with the oil slick. ship style combat. fleeing amongst the skiffers. riva's persuasion with you hate the government. colonian turn. running from brigade tigers. hospitalizing crunch moon-jones. we're just going away.
flee from fantanimalland: my ass! sid & skip going down the elevator, margaret & barry with hogg cobb, riva vs barry nyne on the ship, and gunnie buying a maple cake. gunnie steals the maple cake, gets accosted by a vercadian & gets escorted out while carrying margaret. sid meets the junkmother & gets the krystals. saw a hole. had to check it out. riva gets barry nyne off the ship without zortch. arcadia prime monologues at barry while skip teaches gunnie to ram the ship into the building.
battle of the brands: the gang buys truly so much stuff. you are required to do a certain amount of drugs. barry is the angel of mercy. the sisters of the cosmic veil having a bikini party. taking kublacaine. we are the ball. barry taking brutus to the finals on a nat 20. nat 20 death save from aurora nebbins. margaret speaks to the plinth and then is down to 1 hit point. skip crits on the plinth. free teleportation shenanigans are not allowed. gunnie casts explosion. barry rapid shots the plinth and does product placement. operation slippery puppet. am i getting ocean's'd 11'd on my own fucking show? what the fuck is happening? a real son of a bitch is no more. sundry sidney has saved the dog!
the house always wins: barry kicks off with a 39 to grapple brutus. leap? oh no i fall out of the crow's nest. margaret walks up, says you suck and walks away. call to the guards. this is the sensible beardsley season. everybody going down and coming back up. except for gunnie. full on cleganebowl. we're going over the edge. it's only a 28. happy birthday murph. margaret inducing crises. barry & brutus bonding. the girl guides. i'm stacks. chasing down the nuns. and the house always wins! the casino paid for itself. bambi leroux.
jailbreak!: skip on handy annie, sneaking through the halls. barry & gunnie playing rock paper scissors. we're all really worried about you, man. why would that be mine? running with the other prisoners to get out. barry's fists are d6 weapons. stunning & killing. sid kisses the vercadian. i think mommy is nice. zortch & the girl guides betting on a horse. splitting the party for stealth. riva's big distraction. improved grade to space casting. sidney crits on the vercadian. it doubles damage. ship to ground is multiplier of times 10. 560 points. nat 20 stealth. plug shows up. with their guns trained on you.
the luckless, the abandoned and the forsaked (part 1): riva does customer service. zortch wearing a plaastic bag on their head. ponytail barry. u4f allies. danielle scrap. galatia 9. barry nyne is on the wurst. riva phase walking to uftp. plugging gnosis into the wurst. i'll roll as many d8s as you want me to. gunnie grows a shield generator. margaret's campaign office singlehandedly changing the course of the battle. zortch getting slugged & attacking skip.
the luckless, the abandoned and the forsaked (part 2): emily snarfed. command ships attacking each other. the guernicans are incompetent. the entire barry conversation. expertise in being a barry. a weird little cranny where maybe there could be turtles. exactly 14 damage. what is the nature of micro ftl jumps. gnosis rolls a 2. i might actually vomit. an off-camera bit. what's up, baby! it's space. loose duke's been on the ship the whole time. boarding party kicks ass. the kind is dead, long live the king. the random factor. sid releasing gnosis. filling rubian v with powdered egg substitute. lucienne was on the ship the whole time. barry crits & does 62 damage. while sid does 40. the ram does 16. capping it off with a wedding.
#dimension 20#battle episode of all time#a starstruck odyssey#d20 poll#dimension 20 spoilers#d20 spoilers#feel free to add your reasoning/propaganda as you like
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*waiting for the microwave at work*
co-worker: you look deep in thought
me: *imaging hashirama and madara fucking the life out of each other*
me: haha just spacin' out
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[Disclaimer: This is an SFW Agere story! Please don’t be weird about it OR confuse it with k1nk!]
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It was a calm day for the boardbots, most of them had been chatting about business and many other sorts of topics. It seemed like a good time for everyone, except for Insider. The cog in question had been pretty quiet for today, standing out of the line of sight from the other cogs. He had felt strange lately, wanting to be alone more often and slack off on her work. They weren’t sure of why he was like this, but it was really affecting his current situation, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the other cogs.
It was Paperhands who took notice first, as he walked over and placed a hand on Insider’s shoulder, which caused him to snap out of his spaced out daze. The cog looked over to the other cog, slightly confused.
“Insider, have you been doing alright lately? You’ve just been..standing here the whole time.”
Paperhands asked, the other cogs nodding in unison. The next cog to speak up was the head honcho.
“Yeah, what’s up with you today? You’ve been spacin’ out the whole time we’ve been talkin’.”
Insider looked at each of the cogs, before he spoke up.
“I uh..I’m fine. Just.. thinking about stuff.”
The cogs looked at each other, not totally convinced of this answer.
“You sure? You’ve been like, REALLY odd lately. You sure there’s nothing you wanna talk about?”
Chimed Deadlock. The others didn’t speak out, instead just simply nodding. Insider groaned silently to himself.
“I said I'm fine. I think I just need a break.”
Paperhands rubbed his shoulder, The cog being the most worried for him. Insider gently pulled his hand off his shoulder, stepping back away from the others. He turned his back and began to walk away.
“I’ll be..right back.”
The other cogs merely whispered to each other as the cog walked away, questioning what was exactly up with insider.
“Oh insider..”
Paperhands mumbled to himself. Head honcho walked up to the cog, placing his own hand on his back.
“Aye, whatever’s up with Insider, I'm sure it’s nothing too big. If he needs a break, then let’s not bother him.”
Paperhands looked up to the giant cog, taking a deep breath and exhaling.
“If you say so.”
The two cogs walked back over to the others, continuing their conversations like usual.
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Insider walked down the hallways, pondering to himself. He thought about his responses to the others, his head leaning down more into his coat. He looked to the floor, watching his feet move along the floor. He thought about his behavior and work, how much he’d have to catch up on his work and want to just regress and..
He shook his head, her face blushing from that sudden thought. He didn’t know why that thought popped up, but it made his chest bubble with a feeling he couldn’t describe. Looking around the hallway to check if anyone was there, he approached the nearest door, twisting the doorknob and stepping inside, locking the door behind him once he was inside. He had looked around, noting that he was in a storage room. Leaning his back on the door, he took a deep breath and sighed. The thoughts just wouldn’t go away. Oh how badly he wanted to feel young, to feel small and happy. He wanted to play and be free, like a child..
He rubbed his forehead, tipping his hat back a smidge. He groaned, wishing these thoughts would just leave him alone. Reaching into one of his pockets, he grabbed something that made his chest feel tight and anxious.
Pulling it out from the pocket, she produced an adult sized pacifier on his hand, resting on her palm. They gulped, feeling embarrassment from the item in question. For so long he had been denying himself the idea of being a regressor. It felt wrong and dumb of him to find comfort in such a thing, and yet he felt like it was right at the same time. After all, it was the reason he had been slacking off and being avoidant of the others.
It was his only sense of peace and love that he so desperately wanted. His chest continued to feel tight, as he felt like he was just gasping for air. His anxiety spiked as he slowly brought the pacifier closer to his face. Did he really want this? Was it really that important to him? He couldn’t really tell, but right now he just had to do something before he had an anxiety attack. He almost felt bitter tears as he finally popped the pacifier in his mouth.
It took him a bit to adjust, as the nib was slightly big for his mouth, but soon started to suckle on it. One minute he was close to panicking and the next minute she was simply suckling the pacifier, their back and chest going from being tense to relaxing little by little. His back slowly slid down on the door, finally sitting down on the floor of the storage room. She brought her knees close to her chest, wrapping their arms around them.
As he suckled, his thoughts seemed to wander off, thinking about the good times with the other boardbots. The bond between them was something no other cog could ever imagine, and it could never be broken. Oh how he wondered what life would be like if they knew about what she was doing right now. Would they accept him, or push her away and abandon her? The thoughts began to grow more worrisome, even dark and scary. Without even realizing it, Insider felt bitter tears form in her eyes. The suckling began to grow slightly faster, as he felt himself start to sniffle and choke back sobs.
She squeezed her eyes close, taking one of her hands to rub one of her eyes. They cried for what seemed like hours, his back heaving up and down as she took deep breaths between having a pacifier in their mouth.
His slow sniffling was suddenly cut off when he heard a knock at the door.
“Hello, is someone there?”
Shit, that was the Head Honcho. Blushing in embarrassment, Insider quickly yanked the pacifier out of her mouth and shoved it into her pocket, quickly getting themselves up. Brushing his coat and tidying herself up, he wiped away his tears and cleared their throat.
Locking the door, they swung open the door, looking up at the giant cog.
“Oh, uh..Hi Honcho.”
Insider faked a smile between each word. He almost swore they felt sweat form on their forehead.
“What were you doing inside the storage room?”
The head honcho questioned.
Insider rubbed the back of their head, trying so hard to not get flustered.
“Nothing, I was just..taking a break. I needed some time to myself.”
The Head Honcho looked at the cog with concern. The Head Honcho placed his hand on the cog’s shoulder, The cog in question almost tensing up.
“Listen, Insider. We’re all sorry for trying to get answers out of you, we weren’t trying to shrug off your feelings. Just know that we’ve got your back, ok?”
Insider quietly sighed, before looking up and smiling at the giant cog. Oh how they wished to tell him and the others what she was really doing to cope.
“Uh, Thanks, I guess.”
Insider mumbled.
“How about we head back to the others, I’m sure you’ve got a lot to say. It’s starting to get a little boring without you around.”
Head Honcho said, patting Insider on the back.
Insider chuckled to themselves, walking with the bigger cog in question.
“You have no idea..”
Insider knew that one day they’d all know about their coping mechanism, but now was just not the time. Not yet, at least.
#sfw interaction only#sfw agere#age regression#toontown corporate clash#fanfiction#insider#head honcho#paperhands#deadlock
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Ale cię kocham bardzo
- oc x canon [Warlock x Phillip Graves]
Word count: 516
Summary: retirement on the ranch <3
Tags: fluff, that is all just pure nice fluff for once
Note: short and sweet because I've had this in my notes for over 4 months and its been collecting dust + i decided to finish it late into the night instead of sleeping so that's a plus
'i'll take you to that ranch one day'
So here they were, sat on the porch of the said ranch, a warm yet also gentle breeze hitting their faces - this felt nice, it was nice even in fact.
In all of his years of living, so many empty and broken promises later here he was, finally fulfilling and seeing the result of a promise well kept to its word.
Living a life full of unfulfilled promises is one thing, but actually experiencing a promise kept is a completely different type of feeling.
Having lost himself in thought, unaware of his name being called at him by his partner. A small habit he had acquired over the years after retiring from the military. Always getting lost in his own mind.
"Adrian??.. - Adrian darlin' you're spacin' off again"
The source of the voice having a clear southern accent near the vowels of their words. The same gentle breeze from before once again tickling Adrian's face more - it's rather relaxing. Some of the breeze swaying into the few grey-ing strands of his now salt n' pepper hair in his beard. His telltale sign of him finally living his life out to the fullest.
A cold sweet-tea in Phillips hand as he tilted his head to the side ever so slightly to display a look a slight concern mixed with a well amount of care for Adrian. Leaning ever so slowly towards the other - placing his calloused hand onto Adrian's jean trousers before noticing that this had definitely caught the poles attention.
"what's occupied tha' mind of yours then hm?"
A brows raised, followed by a soft look in his tired eyes - the two of them had taken up care of the ranch ever since retirement. Most definitely for some peace and quiet compared to the complete opposite of sorts that they had to deal with before this all.
As the breeze continued to play with their hair, Adrian had turned to Phillip, eyes meeting once again with a small sparkle back in them. "Feels like a different lifetime, no?, like something you'd only just daydream about"
Phillip nodded, his eyes reflecting a contentment that echoed Adrian's sentiments. "Best decision we ever made though."
He wasn't wrong there, it was a good decision, but definitely something neither of them had fully gotten used to yet no matter how long ago that decision was made already. Besides all of that, retirement was most definitely the best course of action to go through with. Gone were the days of knowing that the two of them couldn't show their love for one another for fear of fraternization - either way, that was in the past.
If Adrian had told his younger self that he'd be spending his retirement on a ranch in Southern America, spending the rest of his life with the man he loved. Then he truly wouldn't believe him - Not in a bad sense of course, more in a shocked way that was a comforting way of telling someone that 'things do truely get better eventually in the end' kind of way
#aceswriting#drabble#oc warlock#warlock#oc x canon#cod oc#phillip graves#graves#I feel like i needed to treat warlock nicely after i decided to add to his lore that his wife and kid died y'know?#I don't think i mentioned that part in his lore sheet#I don't think i made a lore sheet actually whoops#Let these two smooch and live a happy life on that ranch please <3#Was debating on having them be married in this but that's up to your imagination now sorry#I finished this up at 2am so i apologise for spelling and grammar mistakes
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I could barely comprehend anythin at the tail end of our D&D session today haha. I think I'm tired, I kept spacin out but I was thankfully writin down enough notes to fill in the gaps
-Jon 🚬 [ he/him ]
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Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 4
Gif Caption: top gif - Thor and Loki from Marvel. bottom gif- Billy Hargrove from Netflix's Stranger Things
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Reader: female | Age: 17-18 range
Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Thor Odinson (MCU), Loki Layfeyson (MCU), Korg (MCU), Dinah Madani (briefly MCU), Black Panther (briefly, MCU), Billy Hargrove (ST), Steve Harrington (ST), Mike Wheeler (ST), Nancy Wheeler (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST)
A/n: this is the most crackhead things are going to get
Warnings: Billy bleeds and is injured, emotions, Neil hit billy >:(
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Frank drove off as soon as you got in the car.
It was silent ride.
You were trying to hide your crying
It was just too much with everything going on
Between the freshly beaten bullies and now adults bullying you
It wasn't nessacary that it was the words.
Its the fact that you can't do anything about it
"You okay kid?"
"Uh...I think I just lost my only friends..." she smiled weakly, "And I think Im really fucked because of it..."
He looked over at her as she sniffled, wipping stray tears, "Hey. Hey. They are you're friends. Those are the friends you want. Whats his name? Steve? Steve Harrington? With the three added inches because of his hair?"
Y/n chuckled and nodded still crying, "He's a friend. He's someone that's got your back. And what he did? What he did back there while you were in the bathroom? He did what he was suppose too. He stood up for you. Alright?"
Y/n nodded, a heavy plate being set in her lap as she sniffled looking down, "You stole the pie back?"
"You bet damn right I stole the pie back." Frank spoke causing Y/n to laugh, "that's my damn pie dish alright?"
Y/n couldn't stop laughing.
"Probally only fuckin thing that had flavor too." Frank contuined pulling two forks out his pocket.
"You stole there silverware!?" Y/n laughed.
"Come on. They should be glad I didn't use it!" Frank spoke his voice raising the warmth of laughter as it filled his chest.
"Midani's gonna come for you because you stole silverware watch!" Y/n laughed.
"Let her try!" He laughed Y/n cutting into the pie and taking a big bite.
"Mhm." Y/n hummed, "This is good."
Y/n took another bite, "Like really damn good! Mhm! I feel bad the kids didn't get any!"
"Come on give me a bite."
Frank for sure did know how to cheer you up
Even if you'd be in a sugar induced coma after comfort eating most of the pie.
He doesn't care. He can always make another fucking pie. He'll make you 20 as long as your happy.
You both go home and change into actual comfortable clothing and watch a movie
You've had a long day so you'd fall asleep to some crappy western pretty damn quick
He'd pick you up and put you in bed, kissing your temple before leaving you to sleep.
A few hours pass by before theres knocking on the window .
It makes your stir at first but soon it wakes you up and you get up.
"Hargrove?" Y/n asked head sticking out the window,"what time is it?"
"You okay?" He asked, Y/n nodded.
"Y...yeah...just been stressful recently." Y/n told leaning on the window seal, "Just my breaking point I guess."
Billy nodded, looking up at her slightly, "c...can you help me..."
It meek and soft, scared of being hurt.
Y/n looked at him concered,"who the fuck am I kidding I shouldn't...fuck."
Y/n reached for the flashlight beside her bed and turned it on directing it towards Billy.
"Holy Shit!" Y/n cursed, Billy's eyebrow split along with his lip and a bloody nose.
"Seems like everything that happened at dinners my fault..." he admitted, "I. Fuck. I kept lookin off. Ya know?"
"Come on." Y/n spoke holding her hand out as he grabbed it, Y/n helping him in and letting him sit on the bed while she turned the big light on, and went under her bed to grab first aid.
"I kept spacin out..." he told her she sitting next to him, "and I knew I should. But I kept doin it. I didn't mean to be starin at Wheeler. I."
"Hey. No need to explain it to me." Y/n smiled small, "Dont feel forced alright?"
Billy nodded, "i got mad." He explained.
"I got mad. I didnt say anything. I got mad because It should of been me. I should've stood up for you. Not Harrington." Billy started, "I should of stoped it. I knew it. I knew it was happening and I sat there. And I listened."
Y/n frowned, as Billy's eyes glazed over: "I. I know how it is. You. You don't."
"I know-"
"That's it!" Billy spoke, "You don't know. And I don't want you to know. I. You're my. Fuck...I."
"Billy." Y/n called softly, finger on his chin guiding it in her direction for her to clean it, putting a butterfly bandage near the corner of his upper lip.
"You're my...You're my city bird..." He finally croaked out, tears that filled his eyes fell from baby blues down his face.
"Hey...hey..." Y/n coaxed calmly, "I'm not goin anywhere. Im not."
She wipped a tear away, "and you're the only one that gets to call me the stupid as shit nickname."
He stiffled a laugh as Y/n smiled, "That nicknames so fuckin stupid ya know that?" She contuined.
"Sound like a damn piegon."
He chuckled as Y/n contuined to clean his face, the blood had stopped but she still had to address the eyebrow split.
"Damn. Hargrove were you always this pretty?" Y/n teased he rolling his eyes in response.
"Mad that I look better beat up than you?"
There he was. Billy Hargrove, back in action with his eye rolls and playful tone. Y/n knew part of it was an act a spacegoat: but she knew there was a part few got to see.
She finsihed cleaning his face and helping him disinfect everything. Kissing his head softly she smiled against his skin. Pulling away just enough for him to raise his gaze.
His nose grazing against her's just slightly as eyelids hung low. Billy's hand lifting up to hold the side of Y/n's neck as he leaned forward the beginning edge of there brow bones resting against one another with closed eyes. He was soft with his touch as he pushed forward, his lips pushing against hers, her lips tasted like apple pie.
But it didnt last long, they both mutually pulling away. That...didn't feel right...to neither of you.
Why?
"Did you?" Y/n asked quietly, and Billy shook his head.
"You?" Billy questioned softly, as Y/n shook her head no.
"Fuck...I can't loose you..." Billy spoke, "I. I can't."
"Im still here. I told you I wasnt going anywhere."
And thats when you guys became Plantonic soul mates
The only reason Billy kissed you was because well he's never had emotions this strong
He could tell you: I love you but kissing you. It was wrong. The kissing? Oh yeah that was great. It was the "you" part
Which made no sense to him because for a straight fact he knew he loved you.
So he's like: b i t c h what are these feelings
Safety and Security Billy, safety and security
You both were surpised you talked about it afterward, still the pinky promise dumbasses you both are
He still likes the head kissing though, or the kiss cheek.
Its the romance factor that just doesn't work.
You guys have a little pinky promise hand shake now,
Billy wont admit it but you're everything to him, and he knows he's everything to you: after all you said it too him
Yet unfortunately he's gotta leave, and you let him back out the window
"Sleep Tight City Bird." Billy spoke looking back up at her.
"Sleep Tight Hargrove." Y/n spoke holding out her pinky as he stiffled a smile, raising and interlocking pinkies with her.
And you watched him walk off into the darkness of the woods, most likely back to the main road.
You cleaned up and went to bed afterward.
You need the sleep: You're just exhausted from everything
Luckily no one woke you up for school-
Wait, No one woke you up for school?
She looked at the alarm clock beside her, school started thirty minutes ago, "SHIT!" She cursed now fully awake and running around, luckily she had washed all that makeup off the day before.
Hopping on one foot as she tried tying her shoe, she fell against the door, its opening, and her body followed, ending on the floor.
"The hell," Frank spoke.
"School! I'm late!" Y/n argued standing up, but there sat Steve Harrington, and the Wheeler siblings, with cups of hot coffee, and a cup of hot chocolate for mike.
"Well, morin to you too." Steve spoke drinking from his mug, "And happy fall break."
Oh...
"fall break!?" Y/n asked looking at the calendar, fall break was indeed in full swing.
you had been relieved as Frank pulled a chair for you to sit down while he was making breakfast.
He also stuck a cup of coffee in front of you
They had come to make sure you were alright, Steve especially, and he apologized to his mom like five times
"I'm really sorry."
"No Don't be." Y/n spoke sipping her coffee, "It's not your fault."
"And your sure your okay?" Nancy asked, "It's not every day an ordinary person takes a mental beating like that so easy."
Y/n nodded, "I...yeah, I got it."
"of course she's okay!" Mike argued, "She's taken bigger beatings from villains!"
So Mike thought you were a hero, just in hiding, and laid it all out for you: who and how you became an undercover superhero he had a very original origin story planned for you
It made you feel good, a kid being a kid: a happy kid
"but it's obvious you have a rival in the superhero world, is it Iron Man!? Captain America! I bet it's Black Panther."
Y/n laughed, "No. I haven't seen the King of Wakanda in new york for some time."
"You know Black Panther?!" Mike asked, Y/n half nodding.
"Brief visit," Y/n spoke.
"She knows Black Panther," Mike told his sister with a stupidly happy smile on his face.
"I know Mike, I can hear her."
Y/n smiled and took a drink of coffee, a brief visit meant getting thrown off a cliff by him.
Frank made breakfast for you all, waffles and everything
He likes your friends: he has a certain respect for Steve too
especially after that dinner
"You should come trick or treating with us!" Mike suggested.
"Me?" Y/n asked digging into her eggs.
Mike nodded, "yeah! Your super cool!"
Y/n smiled and looked at Frank who shrugged, whatever she wanted.
"Yeah. That sounds like fun." Y/n smiled, "I'd love to."
"Sweet! The guys would love you."
You guys spend your morning talking: Frank truly getting to know your friends, they all thought he was pretty cool too: especially with being in the service in the past and all
Plans for the break are thrown back and forth.
"So that new Horror movie is coming out." Steve spoke, "The 29th."
"Really? Didn't think you had a movie theater in Hawkins."
"funny."
"I know." Y/n smiled, "You guys wanna go see it?"
"You're busy the 29th," Frank spoke.
"I am?" Y/n asked.
"I'd hope you'd be busy with Murdock and them comin' out"
"Matts coming!?" Y/n asked in disbelief, "Seriously!? Like really!? You're not shitting me!?"
"I can tell them all not to come-"
"NO! NO!" Y/n spoke, "Guys you'll love Matt! He's a really good lawyer..."
And you went on and on saying they all had to have dinner while he was down,
AHH, Matt Murdock's coming! You're so happy, as said before: while Frank was in prison he had become somewhat of a fatherish figure to you, and you truly did care about him, and he really did care about you
Sure he had his own problems, and had no idea how to help you, and didn't shover his religion down your throat, but did take you to his church one time
Explained that she had to find a place like his church: a thinking place, wherever or whatever this place was: either it be a parking lot or an old park, you need a place to be grounded, where the weight just drops off the shoulders
just thinking about there talks made things better sometimes
so you were excited
Steve? Steve was not
Okay so this guy was older: but, you talk about him like he was a superhero
Oh he has no idea
But they still want to hang out with you during break
And Frank says he's fine with you being out as late as you want as long as you call him a few times, letting him know what was going on
Yet after a long breakfast nancy had casually looked at her watch
"Crap! I said I'd have Mike back by 10 am." Nancy spoke, "Hurry up Mike!"
"why what time is it?" steve asked.
"11:30!"
"Crap!" Steve spoke apparently they both had things to do quickly eating his plate of food, "I have to go! I'm gonna be dead!"
Steve got up quickly followed by Nancy and Mike.
"Mr.Castligone! Thank you for breakfast! Y/n! I'll call you later1 We'll do something on a day you're not busy! Breakfast was great! Okay! Bye!"
it was comical to you and Frank, watching them eat as quickly as they could and rush out like you had run out thinking you were late for school
You both just laughed, and you did the dishes, after all, they were your friends.
it was a peaceful day, you and he had spent his off day together, taking a nice walk through the woods by the water, skipping stones on the water, and lounged around the house
That's when you got a phone call, it hadn't been Steve, it was too quick for that despite the hours he was gone already
"Hello?" Y/n asked.
"Ah! Y/N of Midgard! Daughter of the Punished!"
"Thor?" Y/n asked quietly looking back but Frank was busy doin something in his room.
"Yes! It is I!"
"I am here as well!" Loki shouted annoyed from the back.
"Me too!" Korg cheered
"How did you get this number?" Y/n protested, "And Hi Korg,"
"No need to ask such questions! We are friends! Like, brother and sister! What is in your mind is in mine!" Thor cheered, "See I will tell you now what you are thinking! Guns! Weapons! Blood oh so much blood! And pure destructive victory! Which is why I wonder why are you in this place they call Hawkins?"
Y/n froze, what?
"Thor, just. Why are you here?" Y/n asked trying to keep her cool.
"To celebrate the falling of leaves!" He spoke, the smile heard in his voice.
"Did Jane break up with you again?"
"What!?" He laughed, "Pfft! No! Yes. She did. So I figured we could drown ourselves in such over-sugared delights; like old times, and you could show me around this very much lonely empire of yours. Korg would also like to do some drawing with you."
"Just. Where are you?" Y/n asked.
"Uh."
"give me the damned thing!" Loki ordered, snatching the pay phone, "I swear Y/n if you do not come and get us I will be invading New York again!"
"Okay One, rude." Y/n protested, "Where are you?"
"In front of..whatever this place is, looks like a prison."
"Does it say Hawkins High?"
"Yes! It does!"
"Just, give me 20 minutes."
"You have five."
"Fifteen."
"Fine."
You were never so quick in your life: you told Frank you were borrowing the Truck and said you loved him and call him later because you be out late and left
Left to go pick up who?
Billy Fucking Hargrove
OUT OF ALL PEOPLE
You knocked on his door so quick, and loudly too
"Max! Get the door!"
"Im going!"
She was surpised to see you there: and said Hi real quick before walking through following the blasting music.
"HARGROVE!"
"Jesus! What the Hell!" He argued looking back.
"How'd you like to help me baby sit Thor and Friends!?"
"What?" He asked, turning off his music confused as fuck, "Excuse me?!"
"You're going to see Thor?" Max asked Y/n turning around.
"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n answered nonchalantly hoping Billy would agree, "Well?!"
"Yeah! Yeah Im comin!" He argued grabbing his jacket as he quickly followed Y/n.
"I wanna come!"
"No!" Billy argured.
"Yeah! Fine whatever!" Y/n asked, "I don't have time to argue or Lokis gonna blow up New York again!"
"Excuse me!?"
"Get in the fucking truck now!"
Max thought Billy was an insnae driver? When your in a rush? Damn. You're crazy.
Billy's bracing himself your acting so crazy
You're sweating bullets and to hyperfixated on the road to answer any questions
You're racked with anxiety and pull into the hawkins high parking lot where the group waits.
"Hi Y/n!" Korg waves happily, Y/n getting out the truck leaving the two in the front seat completely speechless.
"Ah Y/n!" Thor cheered, "It's an honor to make- ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
Y/n grabs Thor by the ear and drags him along, Loki laughing just to be given the the same treatment.
"Ow! Okay! Okay!"
They're dragged to the car and ordered to get in. Korg following patiently. Max and Billy staring in complete shock as the back of the truck is filled with aliens.
"Must you be so rude?" Loki spoke in his defense. Y/n getting in the truck.
"Max, Billy." Y/n spoke, "these are the asshole brothers, and this is Korg."
"Hi!" Korg spoke with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Uh..Hi." Max spoke with a small wave,"same here..."
"Y/n." Billy started, "what. the FUCK."
"What?! You're the only one that knows!" Y/n defended, "Im fucking loosing my head!"
"Yeah you're the Punisher's daughter! Thats one fuckin thing! These are fuckin Aliens!" Billy argued.
"You're dads the Punisher?!" Max asked.
Oh god. Things just can never chill, she feel like she's going to have a stroke.
And now everyones arguing.
"EVERYONE BE FUCKIN QUIET!" y/n shouts, it's silent.
"If I may intruppted-"
"Loki." Y/n spoke looking back, "Shut the fuck up please."
"Well you did say please."
It grows quiet as you pull out of the parking lot.
And it's just silent the whole time going down that long road.
"Um. Y/n." Korg spoke up sweetly, "Can we get ice cream. Please? I've always wanted to try it!"
You take them to get icecream, you saying everyone gets Vanilla because your not dealing with orders
Turns our Korg enjoys ice-cream
Are they suppose to ask you to do something? Or just let you keep driving to calm your mind?
But your going over the speed limit and a cop stops you
"I was hopin this didn't Involve you Hargrove." The cheif speaks but with the back windows roll down he spots the group of well...Aliens.
"Cheif?" Y/n asked gesturing for a name.
"Hopper..." he responded still awe struck by seeing who he's seeing.
"Cheif Hopper. If. You'd please. Just. Ticket." Y/n pleaded, "please."
"Uh...yeah....go ahead...with a. Warning."
"Thank you sir. You like donuts? I like donuts. I'll bring you down to the station later. Thanks."
You drove off after that taking a deep breathe in today...was gonna be real long
What were you suppose to do? Take them Downtown to spend the day?
That didn't seem like a bad idea.
Then again Korg. And as big of a sweet heart Korg was. He stood out
But people could feel safe if Thor labeled him as a side kick
Maybe you'd just dress him up and just say he was real tall
Or. Maybe you just could walk around him: its not like Hawkins had thousands of Cameras.
And Loki could just wipe tapes if nessacary
Then again people seeemed so shocked they dont think they'd be able to move to even get a camera or call anybody
Okay plan dress Korg up hoodie and swear pants and pray just say he's tall or under Thor watch
Yeah Yeah that sounded good.
Sounded good.
So with a calm mind you tell everyone they can ask there questions one at a time.
And they do tread waters very carefully
And then you tell them your plan. Which is stupid because no one has chlothes that are gonna fit Korg
Fuck it Superheros on Vacation thats the new plan
Just when you thought Hawkins was sane: you were oh so wrong.
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pacify her / bittersweet [kou x reader x subaru]
So, I recently played More Blood - Sakamaki Subaru ft. Mukami Kou Route, [finally, it's been like ten years?] and let me tell you. I was estranged the entire time, heartbroken really, subsub ily 🤟 . Anyway, this is another Melanie Martinez inspired one shot.
lyric prompt: "--pacify her, she's getting on my nerves, you don't love her! stop lying with those words!!" “im done with your bittersweet bittersweet tragedy!! It’s no fun, when you’re sitting all alone right in front of me.”
warnings: [agedup!17+!characters] major character(s) death, yandere themes, major game spoilers, implied noncon/dubcon.
“You’re so fucking stupid; say, do you know what happens when you dance with the devil, m-neko chan?” The echo of his voice crippled her with a feeling of paranoia, his glaucous eyes mimicking other malevolent desires.
“I should’ve killed you sooner, you’ve been nothing but a bother.” he utters.
“I don’t understand, what did I ever do!?” She begins to plead, her back pressed against the wall. Kou advances towards Yui, her sherbet eyes spilling over with tears.
“You were to make me Adam; because of you, I don’t have her.” He babels about, shoving her harder into the wall.
“You don’t love her, stop lying with those words!!” Yui shouts in response, hysterical with fear of not knowing what he will do next.
Her questions were soon to be answered, the sound of Kou giggling catches her at a straw with hope.
“Now that Subaru managed to claim her, I’m stuck with you and truth be told, this union shall be short.” He mutters, peering down at her.
“Pacify her, she’s getting on my nerves.” The sudden sound of Ruki’s voice cuts through the hypertensive atmosphere.
“I–Ruki kun!!” Yui cries.
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The wedding was very much gracious, your [dress/suit] tailored to you perfectly, accompanied with the most expensive [heels/flats/dress shoes], simple yet beautiful.
"Heh, you're finally all mine." Subaru grins, his cold hands resting on your waist, "as well as this castle and kingdom." he continues.
"Why thank you my dear husband." you tease, his face flushes with a look of embarrassment.
"Let's get going, everyone's waiting for us." He mutters, you only hum in response, the both of you make entrance to the dancing hall.
The sounds of howls and cheers greets you both; yet you couldn’t seem to shake the feeling of someone watching you. He was here, and you knew it.
“Oi, who’s got you spacin’ out like that? Especially in the presents of the Vampire King.” Subaru whispers in your ear, tightening his grip onto you.
You knew this wouldn’t be the end of Kou and the Mukami brothers, this was just the beginning.
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“It’s no fun, when you’re sitting all alone in front of me.” A yawn escapes his lips as he fingers the key in his hand.
Yui’s eyes gave no response, no glisten, no spark, nothing.
“Why don’t we go to her? So she can kneel before me once more, pleading for your pathetic life.” he mutters.
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There was nothing more you could ask for, you managed to escape Mukami Kou, to only run into the arms of another, sadistic vampire.
Silence rang throughout the ball room, as you and Subaru seat before the guests.
Your gold thrones embedded with the finest diamonds and gem stones.
“Though we are flattered by the amount of guests, it’s time we say our goodbyes for tonight.” Subaru uttered to the people.
The moment only lasted a mere second, as the sudden appearance of Kou and Yui catches everyone off guard.
“Y-Yui!!” You panic, jumpig to your feet, followed by Subaru who was now boiling over with anger. Kou wasn’t going to let up, even if it was your wedding day.
“Ce, just as cold as when you left me, left me for him.” Kou spits in disgust.
“Hah. Y—Kou, you threatened mine and Subaru’s life.” you hiss, you approach the battered blonde.
“Fuck, I’m done with your bittersweet,” He started, his eyes flicking to Subaru, “Bittersweet tragedy.”
“Hah!? Who are you calling a fucking tragedy?” Subaru yells.
“You, you’re a fucking tragedy, because of your weak ways you took her from me.”
“Hey, Kou, remember your place, your a half-blood. You cannot compete with me, not in power, not in influence, and not when it comes to [y/n].”
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part two coming soon 🩵
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When yo girl is spacin tf out :333
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